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My Sweet Mama
From the stirrups, my penis hung
succulent plums my widow swung
little worth a spoon of salt dripping
as she chills on two fingers of ice
just me and my frozen cadaver
from my quill's poetic anthologies
on her pale blue labia smacking
worn saddle hide leather cracking
succulent plums my widow swung
little worth a spoon of salt dripping
as she chills on two fingers of ice
just me and my frozen cadaver
from my quill's poetic anthologies
on her pale blue labia smacking
worn saddle hide leather cracking
Published 14th Nov 2023
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