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img-20161207-wa0002I know what you’re here for.
Don’t you wish you came more?
Baby, what you waitin for?
Let’s go.

The lights are telling me that it’s showtime.
My body thinks so too.
Can’t you see me yearning?
I’m so hungry for you.

I said the last time would be the last time;
we both know it wasn’t true.
I’m going to fuck with your head tonight,
and you’re going to love it when I do.

Poet: Stefanie Parrott

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