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Okay Poetry. A confession. I dont think men want to date me and have sex - because they are worried my brain will blow up again as my blood pressure will rise and they will find themselves with their little stiffy stuck inside a big stiffie - then theres the fear of public ridicule for bring caught corpse or even coma humping. Now I hope that at least made one corner of your mouth twitch.
Be true to yourself Poetry. Sure the Diva in you will make an entrace when she is ready.
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