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In The Dark (Sex)
Walking in this dark place its so soft and moist,
The deeper I go in the louder the noise,
I feel these walls they're sticky and wet,
And the deeper I go in the more I sweat,
I'm lost I'm knocking on these doors,
I'm losing breath my knees keep buckling I can't keep my balance on these soft ass floors,
I felll to the floor I notice that I was knee deep,
I kept hearing sounds like squeak squeak squeak,
It echoed so loud and I still could hardly breathe,
I think I might have allergies,
The ground is flooding and I'm stroking trying to swim in this,
Sticky flood getting motion sickness,
Its about to come up I can't stop it its getting everywhere,
Its draining down to the rear,
Ahhhh I made it I'm alive is that sun light,
Yes it is damn that was crazy, some night,
By James David Jones III aka JFresh PhillyPoet
The deeper I go in the louder the noise,
I feel these walls they're sticky and wet,
And the deeper I go in the more I sweat,
I'm lost I'm knocking on these doors,
I'm losing breath my knees keep buckling I can't keep my balance on these soft ass floors,
I felll to the floor I notice that I was knee deep,
I kept hearing sounds like squeak squeak squeak,
It echoed so loud and I still could hardly breathe,
I think I might have allergies,
The ground is flooding and I'm stroking trying to swim in this,
Sticky flood getting motion sickness,
Its about to come up I can't stop it its getting everywhere,
Its draining down to the rear,
Ahhhh I made it I'm alive is that sun light,
Yes it is damn that was crazy, some night,
By James David Jones III aka JFresh PhillyPoet
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