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Dear Sir, I demand that you cease to trouble my maidenly crease, You've spent far too long assaulting my thong. Now, man up and grant me release. Remittance Girl — 2012 * * * * * The Marquis Before he was known as de Sade The Marquis was a bit of a clod Then he got...

Ode to Meatgrinder

The only meat I wanted to grind Was my lovers 6” inch sub with meatballs But now you are deforming my words So that my heated sighs fall off Dropped into space Like cum sliding between oiled thighs Tips of my fingers perspire Style, format Nuclear I'm a bitch on all...

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