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you say boundary Like we're in a B&B; upholding the highest standards of privacy for guests. I remember standing outside the tangle of humans, my friend and her four kids and husband and I felt like I was in a Wal-mart parking lot and couldn't wrap my head around the exits, even what the word exit means. All those logistical concerns, but how do you, and what about... now, with you, my mind can scarcely make out what the heck you are talking about I guess it’s fair to say that the prime concern of those not in the bed is not the same as those within nor can you glimpse, from there, the bridges, canyons and glens the sudden cascade of love to wake with a child in your armpit and a lover tracing his finger over your ****** having been watching you two sleep and growing so hard with love he can not move and moving so the boat stays afloat for all and rolling with the waves that are carrying you to shore come roll call, all the guests are gone you’ve come home, or not at all.
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC
Family Bed
you say boundary Like we're in a B&B; upholding the highest standards of privacy for guests. I remember standing outside the tangle of humans, my friend and her four kids and husband and I felt like I was in a Wal-mart parking lot and couldn't wrap my head around the exits, even what the word exit means. All those logistical concerns, but how do you, and what about... now, with you, my mind can scarcely make out what the heck you are talking about I guess it’s fair to say that the prime concern of those not in the bed is not the same as those within nor can you glimpse, from there, the bridges, canyons and glens the sudden cascade of love to wake with a child in your armpit and a lover tracing his finger over your ****** having been watching you two sleep and growing so hard with love he can not move and moving so the boat stays afloat for all and rolling with the waves that are carrying you to shore come roll call, all the guests are gone you’ve come home, or not at all.
natalie-marie-kinsey
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC
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