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Sweet Girl

Her slender form excites me so
She glares at me with the eyes of a doe

The sweat of her brow and her back
And mascara that runs well with tears
 
Her pussy swollen over

Bruised flowers are the best

" You hurt me, I'm sore all over. I like it when it hurts."

She says as she soothes herself with another drink

I believe that we're better when we're broken

The gift of past traumas always gets me hard

She is the same, always wet to the touch and good for a fuck

The best head I ever got was that bitch's warm, French throat

Our tristes always ended in a busted nut and empty bags of blow

Oh what times we had

I wished her the best and she wished me dead

All the best sweet girl, and I hope your man gets you off like I used too
 
Xoxo








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