She’s wanton, I know she wants some
Everything I want comes to pass like I’m waving a wand, magecraft
Johnson like a rafter
Size reference for every cock after
No scope a block tough while laughing
Enjoy doing what you have to
Death Wish Bronson in unscuffed shoes
From the bushes, glued, watched her wade into the onsen nude
Perusing her well-used shoes for a crumb of what revives youth
You should be afraid to scuffle despite my duffle coat and jumper
King of dust ups, unafraid to jump you, lumps kicked out, don’t mean sugar
Dust off the Sugar Ray, dust you, leave you fit for a keef tray
Come back when you’re uncuffed, off duty how I deal
Winsome, lose some and win some, mostly I win them
Herds I thin them.
Alchemisland 
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