frail, are you so
pale neat and
thin
wrists
curled wrists
with unsudden
invincible lust
crawls up each
and
soft feels aquiver
stomach struck
by split folding
(tonguelips)
into folding split
pink as nothing
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
frail, are you so
pale neat and
thin
wrists
curled wrists
with unsudden
invincible lust
crawls up each
and
soft feels aquiver
stomach struck
by split folding
(tonguelips)
into folding split
pink as nothing
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