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As your lips trail slowly down my stomach, Lady, I care nothing about war, death, scandal or even climate change. I am focused on your touch and your destination, your wanton progress, but mostly on this flesh we share so gently. ~mce
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
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As your lips trail slowly down my stomach, Lady, I care nothing about war, death, scandal or even climate change. I am focused on your touch and your destination, your wanton progress, but mostly on this flesh we share so gently. ~mce
"but in the flesh, it is immortal." Stevens on beauty.
#love#desire
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
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