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[title] => My Tongue
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[bodytext] => She was so pretty, red hair, petite She came to my room said she needed sleep And so I welcomed her into my bed Instead of sleep, I woke her up instead Smooth, was her skin, porceline white Soft, was her body, perfectly right I felt her breath, licked her lips I knelt down before her & held her hips And I watched as her eyes began to shine I tasted, savored her like wine I felt her as she began to tremble And thought "how sweet, how simple" The pleasures given just by my tongue Can make a total stranger come undone [comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => emeraldeyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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