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Jimmy mac
Your rough hands Touch me And I feel like a princess Your low gravely voice Calls My name And I hear The angels Sing Your big Leather clad Body Holds me And I feel as if Gods army Was sent to Protect me I sit on your harley Holding you As the motor roars And I feel like You are my Gladiator And I sit upon your Chariot And with every ride You Take me To Heaven Tammy. 5/09 |
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This was both sexy and innocent; bravo :-)
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Thank
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