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Center pressure on the tip Of the glassed pleasure, Release a million particles, Watch them rest on the air. Thousands of master dancers twirling, spinning, Sashaying their paths to refuge. Inhale, exhale. The atoms entice, capture. Pleasuring senses with alluring influences. Just like a ballerina, trapezed, Carefully and gracefully Leaning her swan-like neck Away from her poor partner, Afflicted by the contrast of halitosis. Another focus of pressure: The last of inconveniences amended.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
Le Parfum
Center pressure on the tip Of the glassed pleasure, Release a million particles, Watch them rest on the air. Thousands of master dancers twirling, spinning, Sashaying their paths to refuge. Inhale, exhale. The atoms entice, capture. Pleasuring senses with alluring influences. Just like a ballerina, trapezed, Carefully and gracefully Leaning her swan-like neck Away from her poor partner, Afflicted by the contrast of halitosis. Another focus of pressure: The last of inconveniences amended.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
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