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Your Lost Map Of Minds
I was your visitor, when you, in search
Of your lost map of minds, found smiling eyes;
You hid their shine, then left blind soul to lurch
Down your forever corridors; surprise
Ensured the beating of my wilted heart
Became quite faint; when you told me to slip
beneath the velvet, and you wrote bold marks,
Upon my cunnie mound: each mark would trip
My beat and build lost breaths to recollect
The way you pressed me down and how you'd spread
My cheeks; if I expected your erect
And sturdy member in my tight and red
(well spanked) backside, then my dreams tore:
That butt plug mapped and mined your visitor...
Of your lost map of minds, found smiling eyes;
You hid their shine, then left blind soul to lurch
Down your forever corridors; surprise
Ensured the beating of my wilted heart
Became quite faint; when you told me to slip
beneath the velvet, and you wrote bold marks,
Upon my cunnie mound: each mark would trip
My beat and build lost breaths to recollect
The way you pressed me down and how you'd spread
My cheeks; if I expected your erect
And sturdy member in my tight and red
(well spanked) backside, then my dreams tore:
That butt plug mapped and mined your visitor...
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