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The strokes of midnight
can't come fast enough
and you will shape me;
roll me like clay
between your palms
and form me
to harden
A fantasy
sculpted
to fit you
when you need it.
can't come fast enough
and you will shape me;
roll me like clay
between your palms
and form me
to harden
A fantasy
sculpted
to fit you
when you need it.
Published 25th Jan 2019
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25th Jan 2019 2:08am
She's hardening and then molding you to meet her satisfaction. That's a win win!!
25th Jan 2019 3:15am
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25th Jan 2019 11:38am
Perhaps when everyone feels passionate about it - making everyone pleased may just be an ego boost and not a mark of absolute quality after all.
26th Jan 2019 4:12pm
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28th Feb 2019 2:01am
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