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Today it seems the oddest thing; I think my heels are made up of springs. I’m bouncing and happy, And can’t help from smiling, and I wonder if that’s got to do with the fact That I woke up next to you, Your arm numb and dripping my drool. And it occurred to me, then that I’ve never seen a better looking man. Above me with your arms around me, your face perfectly content. And your blue, blue, blue, they-make-me-love-you eyes. Your energetic thighs. I can’t help but be rapt and start gasping for breath when we finish; A puddle of sweat, my hair, a wreck, and you, looking down on my face. That arrogant smirk you wear like a badge because I can’t help that you make my legs shake. I think I could do this forever. I think I’d get used to being that pretzel - parasitic and bound to your waist. I confess; you are the sexiest man that’s ever worn my taste.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Pretzel
Today it seems the oddest thing; I think my heels are made up of springs. I’m bouncing and happy, And can’t help from smiling, and I wonder if that’s got to do with the fact That I woke up next to you, Your arm numb and dripping my drool. And it occurred to me, then that I’ve never seen a better looking man. Above me with your arms around me, your face perfectly content. And your blue, blue, blue, they-make-me-love-you eyes. Your energetic thighs. I can’t help but be rapt and start gasping for breath when we finish; A puddle of sweat, my hair, a wreck, and you, looking down on my face. That arrogant smirk you wear like a badge because I can’t help that you make my legs shake. I think I could do this forever. I think I’d get used to being that pretzel - parasitic and bound to your waist. I confess; you are the sexiest man that’s ever worn my taste.
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violet-winters
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
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