Panties And Him Transparent And Dreamy
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James McLain
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Crying over rain,
that never came.
The sun,
burning hot overhead.
Wrapped up
inside all around them.
Coming too often
to see them.
Trapped lost forever
like a hand, never seen
there between them.
Your panties and him transparent
and with this power,
and the clouds make him dreamy.
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