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Baby
A hand held to the face
Baby
A slow entwine
Baby
A pull here
A tug there
Baby
Baby
Baby
He calls for me
He wants for me
Im baby
Im honey
Im sweet love and cuddles
But the want for me is more then baby
The want for me is a hunger
baby
Slowly it turns into something deeper
Harder
The room once filled will a soft plushy love
Boils down into a hot pail of lust
Where good girl is sub
And baby now gets to do whatever he wants
And at just that thought
He is ready to bust
So baby does what baby best does
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