When I was Jack and You Were Jill
When I was Jack & You Were JillWhen clover & fleshwere pink and fresh,one dancing through the other;when chalk was long,all speech was song,and nature was my mother,I knew no sin - desires of...
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When I was Jack and you were Jill and no one came between us we made our mark in bruises dark upon my gilded penis.
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