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By: David W. Clare I drove her home, to her secret couchet Across the mountains to the valley of splendor... Adventure was in store! Late night lonely struck I noticed her in the crowd Deafening Silence ensued I pursued her slowly... She appeared to be the Scheherazade I must applaud her now! I asked her name she told me.. Brandy Telepathy played sexually We walked away... ...to her love nest to play! We arrived at dusk... We both knew we must explore in lust! I was thirsty for some Brandy... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Brandy Sheherazade
By: David W. Clare I drove her home, to her secret couchet Across the mountains to the valley of splendor... Adventure was in store! Late night lonely struck I noticed her in the crowd Deafening Silence ensued I pursued her slowly... She appeared to be the Scheherazade I must applaud her now! I asked her name she told me.. Brandy Telepathy played sexually We walked away... ...to her love nest to play! We arrived at dusk... We both knew we must explore in lust! I was thirsty for some Brandy... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
She was dark complected exotic I was age 24 new to Hollywood, what an ****** night!
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
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