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Aug 2010
of me is constituted some muscles and some. Nerves tingle coolly and
about my waist is her arms and the coffee is ready and vivaldi won't shut
up and

her breathe is a dangerous serpent and my nape is she touches it. a grooming my skin and "ouch" this coffee is too hot

      and

she,s kissing my and the mug is cold (i love its skin with) and my fingers
hold a lock of steaming minutes or she is her hands are a carnival of laughing gypsies(in my jeans) and...

what was i doing?
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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