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More than just tanned skin over bone, just the long brown hair on it's own, that giggle when I try to look, manly, like one who can be the man Leigh desires to interfere with. Myth, mystically beautiful, mesmerizingly enchanting, step by step, gracefully, carefully granting me another chance, glancing optimistically. Her eyes, not caring about the colours, staring across the hall, my nose can reach her forehead, her taste in music, juicy yet elegant, in bed, slightly humming along, god, she must be a dream. She can just pick any guy she wants, a team of athletes all at once, or just the one that lead the journey to her lust and center. I misread, excuse me for swearing, but the skirt she's wearing is more than I can handle. Enter the room without a hint of fear, she's near, like perfume.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
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More than just tanned skin over bone, just the long brown hair on it's own, that giggle when I try to look, manly, like one who can be the man Leigh desires to interfere with. Myth, mystically beautiful, mesmerizingly enchanting, step by step, gracefully, carefully granting me another chance, glancing optimistically. Her eyes, not caring about the colours, staring across the hall, my nose can reach her forehead, her taste in music, juicy yet elegant, in bed, slightly humming along, god, she must be a dream. She can just pick any guy she wants, a team of athletes all at once, or just the one that lead the journey to her lust and center. I misread, excuse me for swearing, but the skirt she's wearing is more than I can handle. Enter the room without a hint of fear, she's near, like perfume.
When in doubt, always remember to not eat the yellow snow.
Daan
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
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