The Room

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  • LovUanyday
  • Walking through gardens searching for one pure rose

The Room

Her body wasn't hard to miss, I rush her for a kiss, she acted hot & looked tence, then I sense a moment, thinking I was food, we was in the mood, her tongue licking my chest me relack, turned her over luck is like a four leaf clover, the head went back, her body looked like it was under attack she welled loud, her look was faithly shock by charge telling me I'm large, trying to sleep in peace she's at her least, turned her over diping in from behind like rover, split her open as a banana cum shooting all over the room like topic canadian, her body loose out of steam, knocked out as I walked around the bed hollowing am the King.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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