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By HaremGirl Date: 2012 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2012.05.07.23.50.31504]] |
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I used to love the kissing thing where lips would meet and hug the smoochy coochie feeling when you think you've found true love I started early practice at five or so they say A boy named Bruce and Donald too and Richard in First grade John Winkleman was special he was always hard to get I loved his short blonde crew cut and his eyes, so deeply set But as I grew in stature the boys want something more But I would never let them and ruined their mating score I lost their interest quickly cause A bandit I would be with kisses like a marathon as soothing as the sea I never learned the concept of how I stirred their heart for passion more - that I'd ignore so hugs were all they got I soon lost out on repeated dates as a girl that would not give but in the end when I found my Mike We both have learned to win. ....... |