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Dionne Warwick was singing you’ll never get to Heaven if you break my heart over the small white transistor radio under the covers of the bed after having made love to your girlfriend and you both snuggled there she running a finger down your spine and you kissing one of her small ******* and the transistor crackled and the voice on the radio went in and out of tune and you said hush Sweetie Pie or the others will hear you and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles and the smell of lilac and sweating bodies filled your nose and the singing made you sway and you sensed the flesh warm and sweet beneath you and you listened for the sound of others maybe along the hall or moving in their sleep and her lips kissed your ear and her tongue reached right in and you thought that paradise that music the warm flesh the kisses and her tongue easing itself in and out of your ear and the moon lit up in the corner of the window bright and angel like over the top smiling glow and you and she in the bed and you opened your eyes and you were alone it had all been a dream in your head.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
THE NIGHT DIONNE WARWICK SANG.
Dionne Warwick was singing you’ll never get to Heaven if you break my heart over the small white transistor radio under the covers of the bed after having made love to your girlfriend and you both snuggled there she running a finger down your spine and you kissing one of her small ******* and the transistor crackled and the voice on the radio went in and out of tune and you said hush Sweetie Pie or the others will hear you and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles and the smell of lilac and sweating bodies filled your nose and the singing made you sway and you sensed the flesh warm and sweet beneath you and you listened for the sound of others maybe along the hall or moving in their sleep and her lips kissed your ear and her tongue reached right in and you thought that paradise that music the warm flesh the kisses and her tongue easing itself in and out of your ear and the moon lit up in the corner of the window bright and angel like over the top smiling glow and you and she in the bed and you opened your eyes and you were alone it had all been a dream in your head.
terry-collett
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English
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
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