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damn i got it bad.
i think about dick all the time.
i'm wonderin about how it feels,
as it swells, as it grows.
i fantasize about the sensation,
about the wetness, about the anticipation.
is it really like apple pie?
i find myself lookin at different sizes and shapes,
different men, the old and the young
imagining how they would feel workin in me.
playin with my curling iron when you're not here,
how much can i really take?
if i relax, can i take it all?
patiently tryin, urgently wantin to feel all of the dick.
ahhh, there it goes.
damn, i got it bad.

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