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thrust from the toe to the ankle to the hip to the spine flow from the free spirit to the spirit passion imbibes you cannot let you go ..

feeling like a loaded pistol steeling the light from beneath your eyes sucking the soul from your breast sucking your breath from your mou..

angrily did i implore a deep-seated trust angels with unlimited bust “floor it!” exclaimed the persian ignore it, i did and slow..

He holds his mic. like he’s sucking on a cigarette, Sways his hips to the ambient sound & Worships his body as if it were a god. He si..

he cooed the young ones giving their lust filled heads a glimpse of fame he kissed their heads he wrote them stories and sang the melodies o..

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