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Years in lust
Skin damp. You're it. In my girl's room among barbie dolls and pure lust
In this transition, I want you.
Feelings scattered.
Now I know. You were my forbidden whore.
You taste like fruit and feel like velvet.
Skin damp. All mine. In lace and leather. Tied to me you are. In your dress and salty tears. You taste like heaven.
Control at last
