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i see the end of the nature in man

the becoming of woman

feeding the end of the earth in orgasm

tasting the wet in sexual intraction, not if

fill my mouth with your savor much like your savior

cream to the melody of the sound elect, it never had anything to do with your erect

taste me, touch me, feel me but do not

you framed my ecstacy in tidal phrase, i think not

phrase my orgasm you putrid man

you disgust me with your animal frame, desire in hand

find the pink cord that strums like the tongue of a humming bird

the sting of a bee will make me spree, did you learn?

i think not... i am a little girl chasing butterflies and answers to his lies --- daddy