betweenwe
there,s a stiff flower
bloomING
she plays slightly, it like
a lute likea minstrellike a goddess a.she,s
twining curdled moans, my arms about. softly;
i
climb clamor clamor into the moist
into the damps
into the wet architecture of her lips and the cusp
of endless pleasure erupting a basin of pale shoulders
and glittering eternal emeralds bust from the kind sockets
the habitual tumors of her ******* the strong scent of her
health, and the
tongue of flavor of her melody strangling. night the night air the soft
heat of her flesh. the morsels of her fingers dimple fastidiously chaotic
rumbling stupid majesty exploding
oblong jousts of sallow skin. my neck. onmyneck. her nails. onmyneck.
i'm this:i'myours
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
betweenwe
there,s a stiff flower
bloomING
she plays slightly, it like
a lute likea minstrellike a goddess a.she,s
twining curdled moans, my arms about. softly;
i
climb clamor clamor into the moist
into the damps
into the wet architecture of her lips and the cusp
of endless pleasure erupting a basin of pale shoulders
and glittering eternal emeralds bust from the kind sockets
the habitual tumors of her ******* the strong scent of her
health, and the
tongue of flavor of her melody strangling. night the night air the soft
heat of her flesh. the morsels of her fingers dimple fastidiously chaotic
rumbling stupid majesty exploding
oblong jousts of sallow skin. my neck. onmyneck. her nails. onmyneck.
i'm this:i'myours
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