you 've come to the sea
arranging your hairas this willow peeking
knows namin has no end
it's still this piece
round your ass
holds up the circus
this way there is no one wrong .
playing with yourself
curlers round the bramble s of your bidden body
you know no foster-home can take it you ~
you are fake to my fair
on your knees
on your knees
squeeze the circus dry
apologize ~
2
going to your bed
naked you'll pretend not calling my name
your hand'll slide around your ass
smooth as any silken sock we become vulgar in love ~
come to my mistle-toe darling~
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