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Not so mild
Minds running wild
My thoughts are not
what you’d call mild
My hand grips so tight
I want to squeeze
With all my might
Hear the cries
We’re not here
To spread lies
To see her face
While I’m running
To home base
Squeezing harder
Tryna not be arrested
For homicidal manslaughter
My thoughts are not
what you’d call mild
My hand grips so tight
I want to squeeze
With all my might
Hear the cries
We’re not here
To spread lies
To see her face
While I’m running
To home base
Squeezing harder
Tryna not be arrested
For homicidal manslaughter
Published 5th Jul 2021
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The key to it is, when her lips start to turn blue, it's time to let go, my friend. To some, it'll be a turn on to feel your strength.
6th Jul 2021 10:00pm
I know a spot on the neck where I’d be able to squeeze hard without cutting off my partners air ways. It’s very enjoyable for both of us.
