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• Artiste: Slim Twig
• Titre: Young Hussies
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breathing, counting he came pounding thrashing, ringing shook the ceiling humming on the brass door first floor swilling, tilting on a fruit jar in my bathrobe strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom laughing gather plaything lets uncoil him cut him up and leave him swollen and they call me young hussy so call her young hussy cringing, crying on the doormate peeping, speaking through the mail slot dodging forks from out the window listening humbly for little tip-toes slipping, hiding climbing higher out the awning barely dawn when she came close kissed me gently he watched boldly without hurry they call me young hussy so they call her young hussy and that makes us two and it makes us so lucky breathing, counting he came pounding thrashing, ringing shook the ceiling humming on the brass door first floor swilling, tilting on a fruit jar in my bathrobe strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom laughing gather plaything lets uncoil him cut him up and leave him swollen cringing, crying on the doormate peeping, speaking through the mail slot dodging forks from out the window listening humbly for little tip-toes slipping, hiding climbing higher out the awning barely dawn when she came close kissed me gently he watched boldly without hurry breathing, counting he came pounding thrashing, ringing shook the ceiling humming on the brass door first floor swilling, tilting on a fruit jar in my bathrobe strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom laughing gather plaything lets uncoil him cut him up and leave him swollen cringing, crying on the doormate peeping, speaking through the mail slot dodging forks from out the window listening humbly for little tip-toes slipping, hiding climbing higher out the awning barely dawn when she came close kissed me gently he watched boldly without hurry breathing, counting he came pounding thrashing, ringing shook the ceiling humming on the brass door first floor swilling, tilting on a fruit jar in my bathrobe strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom laughing gather plaything lets uncoil him cut him up and leave him swollen