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sometimes love is too much and I just want to fuck white panties bra and yr beautiful eyes can yr get into my underwhelming pack of condoms baby?
my condoms are all past the use by date baby they are like antiques in my wallet and my hand reaches for your hand
cause poems are meant to be spiritual I give yr my soul & empty my pockets some coins and condoms
I whacked my head against a wall now that I’m a fella again I’m gonna buy some condoms
done with love he throws condoms at the moon
once I’d liked to love her with condoms now I’d like to love her with arms
understand the sorrow in love yr buy condoms but yr don’t want to use them