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As I slowly fall into the grip of mezzo consciousness Your face emerges from the mist A face this beautiful I shall never forget Nor will I ever forget your beautiful silhouette Is it really you, how can this be? Last time I saw you,  you were wild and free In the meadows we  used to run Or Is this just an  illusion You reach out your hand and we slowly caress Your tongue explores my mouth's  inner recess I slowly survey the curve of your lingerie You leave me speechless, you take my breath away Oh my god what's that horrible sound? I open my eyes to find myself earthbound I slowly turn over to silence the alarm **** it was just a dream, I'm back on the farm.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Utter Disappointment
As I slowly fall into the grip of mezzo consciousness Your face emerges from the mist A face this beautiful I shall never forget Nor will I ever forget your beautiful silhouette Is it really you, how can this be? Last time I saw you,  you were wild and free In the meadows we  used to run Or Is this just an  illusion You reach out your hand and we slowly caress Your tongue explores my mouth's  inner recess I slowly survey the curve of your lingerie You leave me speechless, you take my breath away Oh my god what's that horrible sound? I open my eyes to find myself earthbound I slowly turn over to silence the alarm **** it was just a dream, I'm back on the farm.
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M/kennewick washington
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
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