#374006 - How unbearable Her royal touch, on my most sensitive area Not pleasing, toying, and swimming Both my short staff, and my insides with it. Oh, how sweet a form, never did I imagine That under such rags laid such beauty More carved then a statue is he And so sweet his blush of inadequacy Oh what a twinkle in those eyes and that smile Still without nay wooden teeth And those lips of lushes roses I shall twitch about just to watch him tremble Oh my and how cute those dimples Here it is, alas I shall see the gift, Hidden just below that chest of bronze Ooo my my how odd a thing Not at all flowing as my body But so perfect, stronger it seems than arms And designed by God for my pleasures alone Ah and those great hands weathered like stone So wise and aged in remarkable youth Despite his tongue his body is so much more the beautiful. Her ginger hands give me a glimpse Of what she intends.
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