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"Ten Dirty Wishes for Dee" *—a birthday offering for the sensual queen—

One slow kiss on satin sheets, The kind that makes the world retreat.

Two hands pressed where secrets lie, Exploring curves that make men sigh.

Three deep moans behind closed doors, A siren song that begs for more.

Four red nails trail down a spine— A promise whispered: "You’ll be mine."

Five silk ties and candlelight, A birthday bound in pure delight.

Six long glances, smoldering heat, No safe escape, no quick retreat.

Seven lips (yes, count them right), All begging for a wild night.

Eight gasps caught in moonlit air, As Dee reclines in lingerie — bare.

Nine wild nights, not one the same, Each lover wrecked by just her name.

Ten hot wishes, bold and true — All dripping sin and soaked in you.

scotty, you’re not the villain, neither of us are