06-27-2014, 01:01 PM
Sometimes I can feel my neck crack back,
repulse cut forward.
This shit isn’t for you,
much as you’d like it.
I could have been unsullied,
you’d still call me whore.
Everyone had their turn with your words.
It makes you the harlot,
and I the dick to shove it in.
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Sometimes I can feel my neck crack back,
repulse cut forward.
This shit isn’t for you,
much as you’d like it.
I could have been unsullied,
you’d still call me whore.
Everyone had their turn with your words.
It makes you the harlot,
and I the Dick, to shove it in.
repulse cut forward.
This shit isn’t for you,
much as you’d like it.
I could have been unsullied,
you’d still call me whore.
Everyone had their turn with your words.
It makes you the harlot,
and I the dick to shove it in.
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Sometimes I can feel my neck crack back,
repulse cut forward.
This shit isn’t for you,
much as you’d like it.
I could have been unsullied,
you’d still call me whore.
Everyone had their turn with your words.
It makes you the harlot,
and I the Dick, to shove it in.
I'll be there in a minute.