That feeling you get when you know you found the one
Feeling straight through you body like the bullet of a gun, next thing you know your body goes numb
mind telling you be smart not dumb with one single word it can make you come looking so delicious got you moaning yum
fulfilling you appetite then its all done
warneraliyah
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The Immortal Wize says: Good stuff! |
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2b2b2 says: Like the way you flip this....ONE |
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Warneraliyah says: Thank you |
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Short poemThat feeling you get when you know you found the one Feeling straight through you body like the bullet of a gun, next thing you know your body goes numb mind telling you be smart not dumb with one single word it can make you come looking so delicious got you moaning yum fulfilling you appetite then its all done  |
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