pressing against my mound, no longer Dragon is she just fuzz
but laying upon this hungry mound, locks of gold, redidish and brown
curls that hide the breeding ground of this peach, only a dragon
can part this peach apart, only him, he who can part the pedals
of my peach to see inside. good bye my love answer me dragon
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pressing against my mound, no longer Dragon is she just fuzz but laying upon this hungry mound, locks of gold, redidish and brown curls that hide the breeding ground of this peach, only a dragon can part this peach apart, only him, he who can part the pedals of my peach to see inside. good bye my love answer me dragon