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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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