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Wined and dined


Wined and dined and sixty-nined? 

What the hell does that mean?

I just want the number shoved in my face like implied. 

I dont need alcohol or food to get me in the mood. 

Just for the record, i'm not talking about a dude. 

I would much prefer a soft and supple boob. 

Simplifying these thoughts make me seem like a sexual noob - but I dont care. 

I'm a simple dude. I like my women to be my food. 

Dining out is what i'm all about. 

I go down - town when i'm around.

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derekmalicki69
<p>Amazing poem!</p>

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