That smell pouring from your fingers
Its so putrid, it's so demeaning
Not in the least ladylike
It smells like death and rotten apples
Wiped from between oue legs
Combining our stenches into one rot
Its like bleach and ocean white fish
God didn't create this stench
Satan would have fainted at our smell
Two sweat stained pairs of underwear
Sit in a [pile] Growing moldy
Swipe my fingers across your lips
How does that taste you sick fuck?
I wont dare taste you after this
After the things you've done
Just to get off for one last time
Enjoy it Ill never let you touch me a/ga/in
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