flowofwoe Posted August 13, 2007 Posted August 13, 2007 Sex She is intoxicated With my sunrise package As I open her wrathful eye Quietly And into forgotten shadows That blossom beneath us She whispers moans inspired By my vengeful soldier She presses up Begs with strong hips For smooth moments And rough movements This is our perfect Violence
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