if I should sleep with a lady called death
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if I should sleep with a lady called death get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teeth (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling string of your smile over his body squirms kissingly, I will bring you every spring handfuls of little normal worms. Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs, phrase the immense weapon of your hair. Understanding why his eye laughs, I will bring you every year something which is worth the whole, an inch of nothing for your soul. |
