confused-to-commense, not corny, physique's simply intense
construing suspense, like god's works, know b wouldn't append
possibilities immense, like sprinklin' smoothies, then eatin' duely
beauty? truly? compelling, and b's ready, like zero kelvins, cooly
if you knew this, melons? planetary satellites! eye contacts? fuck that
missions statement? infiltrate, strike a match, touch that, god, that'
s, why adam made sure to make his priorities known:
eve with halle berry's evolved features, and never gets old
similar to failed tenancy agreements, b could re-lease
wreck a body, coerse crashes! or stay decent??.. demands a re-think

haha that was pretty hot even though i think your high as fuck when you wrote this but anyway that was hot good drop

one piece per day, surgeon.
read the rules.
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