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Contributed by
brianimal
on
Saturday, 1st January 2011 @ 08:22:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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I see you over there. Long high heels, silky black hair
Tat-toos, too much booze. Yes, they make quite the pair
Those sex-y-dance-moves. Do you do it for money?
Did you pierce for the pain? Did it hurt you Honey?
Bad girl meets him there. She craves his att-en-tion
She whispers in his ear. Things too dir-ty to men-tion
There’s a shake in her legs. Yes, she wants it. She needs it
Breaths growing heavy. A clear mes-sage, so heed it
She wants no control. She pre-fers fists of hair
Firm hand on her neck. She trades plea-sure for air
BK
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brianimal
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2011-01-01 08:22:20] (Date/Time posted on
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