feel the know how.breathe.kiss the sleeve.see if she moves, if she dont, you do, overprove your lust by turning her over, tongue her ass, get to know her.the throw her rug was shrug friend.thats why im around.the silly sound or notion of jail.what the hell was the thought? shes all i bought when i bought this pill.this kill has been coming, the rummage through her clothes closet, i bought it, now i need to use it.lose it, we need to talk girl, you didnt even fight.you might be right.your not into girls.taste out of this world, thats all i here, i must be [email protected]

chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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