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I could be in bed right now. Under the sheets where it's safe; like the tongue resting firmly between teeth; presumably the gaping mouth of a banshee. I could call it an early night. Dream of you, and the effervescent hell betwixt those thighs. I could do many things; and yet, it still would not suffice. It's safe to say, 'coulds' should be deleted from my lexicon.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
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I could be in bed right now. Under the sheets where it's safe; like the tongue resting firmly between teeth; presumably the gaping mouth of a banshee. I could call it an early night. Dream of you, and the effervescent hell betwixt those thighs. I could do many things; and yet, it still would not suffice. It's safe to say, 'coulds' should be deleted from my lexicon.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
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