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plow me
Oh,
if only you knew
how often
I dream
of the day when
we can finally
be alone in the wheatgrass
as sweet sweat trickles down
your handsome brow
whilst furiously
pounding away at my spread legs
hands gripping my wrists
busy plowing our new garden
on the ground that God gave us
under the blazing heat
of the midday sun.
if only you knew
how often
I dream
of the day when
we can finally
be alone in the wheatgrass
as sweet sweat trickles down
your handsome brow
whilst furiously
pounding away at my spread legs
hands gripping my wrists
busy plowing our new garden
on the ground that God gave us
under the blazing heat
of the midday sun.
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