Thoughts are pondered throughout the day, those same thoughts are lost without dismay. Loves the same some will say, but loves a game played everyday. Throbbing thoughts linger between our hearts, that pulsing crack’s where it starts.

I’ve heard whores are bad and dirty. That’s why I like them other girlies, good and clean and giving it away for free. Love is true solid like stones, is love at first site for real? Who knows? Whether or not you believe it, Make sure you believe this. Love is the shit that comes out of the tip of my dick.

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