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Re: Marsha 4



Oh well, there's nothing else to do...
 
Help me escape, help me pretend,
That the high can last, never end.
Make me better, elevate my soul,
Stimulate my mind; [lose control.
 
Forfeit your freedom (at least tonight).
As you chain yourself to my tethered might
Singing arousal, a chorus in kind.
An erotic union of the flesh and mind.]
 
-)v(

 

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