Ghislaine, her glittery refinement, her Oxford cloister, her MILFY-stench declined, by Eppie-J, his solemn slander, his billionaire pander, his mawkish dander not so dandy,
He sway at her, a big F-bomb face, prism to lace, Noam Chomsky he buy it, for Eppie-J tickles love, an undergrad, a respite yacht, or island,
Ghislaine, she kinda feels, and in massage she feels a passage.
She don’t cut her thigh, for sharks in Carribean water, alerted in a heartbeat, it is Eppie-J who is American, Americain, rough shod, rough rider, San Juan Hill not so far away, Ghislaine, her tongue clipped in English, refine a behine,
Only Eppie-J can touch her. And Eppie-J is a pedophile? Love is not Love, when alteration it finds…
Spam of Human Affection 
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