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WHEN IT FLOWS (NOT BY DOWN2DIRT)
When it flows,
down it goes,
from within,
on the skin
of my thighs
as moans rise,
mingled with
what you give.
down it goes,
from within,
on the skin
of my thighs
as moans rise,
mingled with
what you give.
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