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Havent all my poems been BBW poem. I practice the seduction when I make my words big and black and with the curves of a robust woman. Did I lie? I have been smothering you with this love in each and every write. I put my heart and soul into it and she has given so much more back to me. I can build pyramids with the number of great poets that I have come across. My seduction game is better now than it ever was. Did I lie?
All facts here, let me squeegee this for you so it all becomes clear. And it dont matter the season, whether its time to claim those kids or not, im there every tax season. In the harsh and winter cold, my words are bold and I am layering like icing on pound cake.
Let me get foul with it, icing on steak. You get it fat your way and I will get it mine. And there it is, its almost that time. Im hungry. I can feel the inspiration coming to me and I am going to let loose. Thanks for the assist, now watch me take to the boards.
Oh, you still here. Dont let the crumbs fool you. There is more on the way. So stay.
