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Count the Cost Young Lady
Hands still soft to touch
Lips still warm to kiss
For a few moments completely mine
Her flesh a source of bliss
My passions dance within her womb
Sparkles slowly dying
Invading all her tenderness
Her face is softly sighing
She keeps her tiger standing guard
Over innocence now lost
She had to taste my sweet caress
But failed to count the cost
Lips still warm to kiss
For a few moments completely mine
Her flesh a source of bliss
My passions dance within her womb
Sparkles slowly dying
Invading all her tenderness
Her face is softly sighing
She keeps her tiger standing guard
Over innocence now lost
She had to taste my sweet caress
But failed to count the cost
Published 8th May 2021
| Edited 9th May 2021
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8th May 2021 7:25pm
My passions dance within her womb - THERE IS NO WORDS JUST SOUNDS FOR THAT - UUUUHHHHHH
9th May 2021 4:22am
