| Inhale!
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| Unappealing vulgarity bestowed upon sensual instability
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| Sense of smell begins to corrode
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| Becoming partial to this odor…
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| Exit said values, moral compass disowned, refusal non existent
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| Cognitive collapse, necrophilia bound, intimate with the breathless
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| Hands caress this tumescent accumulation of hominal waste
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| As insertion to epithelial duct is introduced
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| Can’t you see she’s blushing? |
| Maybe it’s just the rouge…
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| How about we imperfect this perfection
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| Hushed anatomy opened up, all goods removed…
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| Inner beauty gutted, gently placed in silver vessell
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| Shiny curvature splattered soft crimson shade
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| Amongst the swell, an over abundance of gingery blubber
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| Extracted from such a portly bellied up lover
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| Revel in curtled texture, sieved through fingers
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| A taste inquired… Dainty!
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| Corpulent soaked digits graze cold lips
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| So as to taste herself
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| Obscenities of sweet distaste whispered violently
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| Persistent affection to something so un needing
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| Love struck the moment she was rolled
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| Through the double doors… |