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Four Wheels, Curves, and Curbs (Free verse) by thekrow

Smooth and tight, at first it's the best thing you can think of. Fast and furious but your nervous to unleash... Just like a queen full of curves, in all the right places. Quivering as your body moves across the firmness. But alas time goes on; wear and tear appears, the curves sag.Just like every other, once worked in she becomes loose and tosses you on the curb. Then all that's left four wheels, chipped wood and an ashes in the mind of the good times once had.

horus8 12-Nov-04/4:31 PM
A fat gack of mulched cod.




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