"I love to see your a*s walking through my corridor"

"I love to see your a*s walking through my corridor"

A Poem by The Kid of the Typewriter
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To what made me lost myself, to what made me meet the pain.

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And then they Call me crazy,
When I try to reach more levels.
You saw me leading all the rebels
to topple your skin kingdom
for f*****g you with temptations,
and then they Call me crazy.
Take the blankets off your body
and Let me read your moles like braille.
You know we'll f**k so rabidly
I will slap your a*s, my lady.

© 2015 The Kid of the Typewriter


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Added on September 22, 2015
Last Updated on September 22, 2015
Tags: Ass, Girl, Love, Sex, Porn

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The Kid of the Typewriter
The Kid of the Typewriter

Madrid, Spain



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I f*****g hate umbrellas, I really f*****g hate umbrellas. Ok, I understand the utility of the umbrella, which is obvious, and I could accept it´s moderate use depending on the context, the need.. more..

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