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Re: A dirty poem from Satan's writing desk
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Dirty boys with throbbing, concrete, salty stiffs
Make me seep delicious liquid from my candy hole
I like men who go down slow with rhythm
And melt my caramel lips
Women are naked prisoners
But all of them like come on their wet flowers
Ferocious boners pierce the belly
And open the universe to an eternity of lingering joy
A fresh young feline will only drink his steaming desire
If he devours her velvet pie
Picture an ocean of champagne in the eye!
The End...Chess anyone? I must go harvest some souls |
I had to quote that just in case she woke up sober and decided to edit that shit. LOL
YOU SEE. SHE IS SATAN!
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