Muddled My fat belly, Thin lovely you. How meaningful everything becomes when you are nasty to me. Pretending I can’t see, You jump up and down, Wave your delicate arms. Ball and chain round my penis; Strait jacket round my brain; Love is a word we do not use around here. Oh, mummy. Beautifully... Sign in to see full entry.
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