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The Waife

   
   
   
Her tits  
like camouflaged  
toy soldiers  
spread accross  
a bedroom floor  
between lego  
and trains  
You know they're there  
magnificent  
to play with  
   
Her ring  
hides  
stealthfully  
in an old    
hand carved  
jewellery box  
you'd never open  
Fear in the music    
waking    
the entire  
village    
when the  
princess ballerina    
starts    
whirling  
   
I 'spose the  
real question  
is  
can you do this?  
can you make her  
orgasm;  
but keep her  
from screaming?  
   
   
   
   
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Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 5th Feb 2016
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