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Drunk Imagination
Touch me, feel me, rub your invisible hands all over, take me to the world of the 4 leaf clover..
Lucky is what I'll be, I just got lucky can't you see? I smell the essence of a sweet honey bee..
The pretend hands that rub me down, so soft and gentle, down my back and up my thighs, I take a deep breath in and let out a big sigh..
I close my eyes and you whisper my name, then look around and nothing is the same..
It will be fine, if I drink some WINE..
Lucky is what I'll be, I just got lucky can't you see? I smell the essence of a sweet honey bee..
The pretend hands that rub me down, so soft and gentle, down my back and up my thighs, I take a deep breath in and let out a big sigh..
I close my eyes and you whisper my name, then look around and nothing is the same..
It will be fine, if I drink some WINE..
Published 6th Aug 2017
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6th Aug 2017 11:14pm
7th Aug 2017 5:23am
Anonymous
- Edited 14th Oct 2018 3:47am
23rd Sep 2017 1:00pm
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10th Dec 2017 7:34pm
Anonymous
- Edited 14th Oct 2018 3:47am
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