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sawed her.. she swayed me
[i]sawed her.. she swayed me
I saw her staring into the nothingness of darkness
as I fully unveiled her in my lost memory
of a one I saw some decades back
she came back to me
in memories wrapped up like a delicacy
but she wasn't that she
she was now right here with me
a sweet lips
slight clit
and
tight slip staring from the bewildered eye
what was I looking in her
that made her smile
a bald guy
a young tweety gal
with a long pony tail was she
she passed by and smiled at me
was I smiling also
she looked back
threw her hair
stared into my eyes
kissed her pony tail
flipped it open all exactly as she did
some five decades ago
was she, she
I don't know
now in her bedroom
about to undress
and her body caress
I know she would be thinking of me
but
Now I was at my limped one staring
was she thinking of me
my dangerous mind rose to the occasion
who was she
a reincarnation I left far behind in living memory
but was she
she
who can tell me
but she[/i]
I saw her staring into the nothingness of darkness
as I fully unveiled her in my lost memory
of a one I saw some decades back
she came back to me
in memories wrapped up like a delicacy
but she wasn't that she
she was now right here with me
a sweet lips
slight clit
and
tight slip staring from the bewildered eye
what was I looking in her
that made her smile
a bald guy
a young tweety gal
with a long pony tail was she
she passed by and smiled at me
was I smiling also
she looked back
threw her hair
stared into my eyes
kissed her pony tail
flipped it open all exactly as she did
some five decades ago
was she, she
I don't know
now in her bedroom
about to undress
and her body caress
I know she would be thinking of me
but
Now I was at my limped one staring
was she thinking of me
my dangerous mind rose to the occasion
who was she
a reincarnation I left far behind in living memory
but was she
she
who can tell me
but she[/i]
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