Leave your clothes at the door
The text said
Cleft wet
Like bloodswept decks when the Hesperus wrecked
No probs, no gest
Be in her clay pool later, Les
I’m in fine fettle, check the chest
Hurt me no turtling, I can take your best shots
I can eat the lot, no codding, don’t mean Beshoff cod, or coddle
Neither something old nor something borrowed
Something blue, tube popped, get swallowed
To ensure the troops are supported. Rings hollow
When she tells me I’m important, no ring will follow
This non-Honda Accord, treat her accordingly
She likes to be recorded
Noticed that it wasn’t sent attached, but forwarded
In 4K her vagijay getting put through paces, toys with pedals,
Rubbing her clit like dock leaves onto stings from nettles
Foreskin touching tonsils
Tongue stuck through with metal, sign she knows the Devil
Something missing like a tonsure on a monk’s melon
Something broken inside, someone brittle in the mental.
Alchemisland 
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