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| Mr. _________ “You captured my gaze with your long, brown hair You captured my chatte when I felt her stir within (chatte means pussy in french) She is throbbing for you now, my dear kitty, she is She warms me, she wets me She quivers for your cock My tongue, Well, it reminisces Upon the delicious, savory, salty-sweet Whisper of your lust I swallow But my eyes, even when you’re out of sight… My eyes, They paint a picture Whenever tension begins to build In my bosom In the dark In my car In my dreams I see you fucking me Like no motherfucking other And you take that shit And you own it It’s yours ***The End*** ~Not a rapper, perhaps a NSFW poetress (?), mos’ def a web-mistress~ Yours Truly, Sandra London |
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