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Come Into My Boudoir by C.A. Bell (@cbellAtrix09)

Come into my boudoir, let me show you around, What’s that you say? A box you’ve found? Come into my boudoir, let me show you around, For intriguing things are sure to be found. What’s inside the box, did I hear you say? Maybe I shall show you, but not today. Show you now? I don’t think you ready, Come on put it down, I’ve warned you already. Why? What’s in it? Is it something deadly? Your jokes aren’t funny, you’re just not ready. For if you saw inside, IRead More