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Larg Lady Lover


You only touch me in the dark I am the fake smile in the flashing lights, who sits and watches all her friend get hit on by not so good looking men In the no name, no sham of the internet game, you show me your true colors You’re male body is build like Greek Gods of times gone pass and I want to fallow all the lines I don’t have the powers to draw with my tong. In the darkness of my bedroom, curtains to hide the moons full breasted light we don’t make love This is escapee For a time the hate I feel for begging for human touch hides under the bed waiting with clawed hands to sink into me when you walk out When glory climes me like an unreachable Mountain, death waits for me in the refrigerator covered in stick sweet white… when you kiss me and worship me in the dark I feel whole I know tomorrow or the next when I see a male like you, who say they would never go out in public with a big girl only go for the society perfect girl, will she get her hand held I know you’re secret gym God, You want my big belly, flying breast, legs that will destroy you I am your secret addiction Not to hold hands in the daylight
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