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tickles
you were all poetry in motion this morning,
a white knight tusselling over white sheets
warm breath and heated eyes,
rough hands and soft lips
you played my soul like a romantic tune
your hands seemed to caress to
it got quite dirty after that,
well, what did you expect when you press the combination
for whore mode to unlock?
wipe that chesire grin off your face with that creamy moustache
and put that meat to work!
