“Well,” she thought. “That’s me fucked, in a word…”
A bit drunk, things a little bit blurred…
Naked… How was that so?
(She’d in fact never know)
And his cock, chock-a-block… how absurd!
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“Well,” she thought. “That’s me fucked, in a word…”
A bit drunk, things a little bit blurred…
Naked… How was that so?
(She’d in fact never know)
And his cock, chock-a-block… how absurd!