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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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