the biddie who was once a buffy...
who used to fight for ardor with her swain...
whom she thought had veneration for her...
she, who used to be his inamorata...
has now fallen prey...
and is tussling against the futile clandestine ardor...
the oath he uttered...
to never cause her slur nor make her snivel...
flowed down the drain like acid rain that would corrode the ecstasy they used to revel in.
the 'cavalier' just disparates him.
she has now agreed, under duress, to be a thrall for the fucking lad.
who used to fight for ardor with her swain...
whom she thought had veneration for her...
she, who used to be his inamorata...
has now fallen prey...
and is tussling against the futile clandestine ardor...
the oath he uttered...
to never cause her slur nor make her snivel...
flowed down the drain like acid rain that would corrode the ecstasy they used to revel in.
the 'cavalier' just disparates him.
she has now agreed, under duress, to be a thrall for the fucking lad.
HELLo guys.
you will not be hearing much from me...
you will not be hearing much from me...
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