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WET SHEETS

WHEN
I went to bed,
it was throbbing.
In my sleep
it was throbbing
WHEN
I woke up
it was still throbbing
because YOU were
in my dream.
NOW
I have to wash the
wet sheets.
BUT
I have a clean
set for tonight at
the Kissing Place.
OKAY?
Written by TheOralizer
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