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Spring is coming
Spring is coming once again,
though the drifts are still deep;
with snowdrops long buried;
like his cock was last year,
deep in my sodden pussy;
but last year is dead.
though the drifts are still deep;
with snowdrops long buried;
like his cock was last year,
deep in my sodden pussy;
but last year is dead.
Published 4th Mar 2018
| Edited 26th Mar 2018
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4th Mar 2018 3:36am
16th Dec 2018 1:43pm
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16th Dec 2018 1:47pm
4th Mar 2018 7:41am
As I read snowdrops are snow buried in my garden, very easy to relate, especially as we call spring time "a man's fancy turns to thoughts of love' or, as a past woman work colleague put it, "what women have been thinking about the rest of the year"!
16th Dec 2018 1:46pm
