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It was the party that came to me Anticipation multiplied into party erotica Havoc broke when Mandy was invited When one mug became two ashtrays Two nights doubled into days Four girls took their clothes off Five Girls sprouted feathers and others grew tails Elves were added Plus many most loved friends A sum of more than 40 enthusiastic ravers The carnival invaded and erupted into energetic bliss It was 100% fun made up of 30% music, 20% alcohol and 50% love Countless happy memories were created With recurrent rushes of delight and shiverings of glee Bonds were never stronger felt Yet several glasses were divided into pieces and carnage accelerated the house In the stains hold memories of heaven Where we were fed fruit and jelly from spoons And where inhibitions were taken away as we washed each other The sole purpose of wake was pleasure Pleasure of indulgence and heartfelt intimacy Pleasure of dancing, singing, hugging, kissing, playing, drinking, smoking, loving, touching, washing, raving and relaxing It all equalled an ultimately hedonistic satisfaction Off the scale enjoyment The number one best place to be
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
The party that came to me
It was the party that came to me Anticipation multiplied into party erotica Havoc broke when Mandy was invited When one mug became two ashtrays Two nights doubled into days Four girls took their clothes off Five Girls sprouted feathers and others grew tails Elves were added Plus many most loved friends A sum of more than 40 enthusiastic ravers The carnival invaded and erupted into energetic bliss It was 100% fun made up of 30% music, 20% alcohol and 50% love Countless happy memories were created With recurrent rushes of delight and shiverings of glee Bonds were never stronger felt Yet several glasses were divided into pieces and carnage accelerated the house In the stains hold memories of heaven Where we were fed fruit and jelly from spoons And where inhibitions were taken away as we washed each other The sole purpose of wake was pleasure Pleasure of indulgence and heartfelt intimacy Pleasure of dancing, singing, hugging, kissing, playing, drinking, smoking, loving, touching, washing, raving and relaxing It all equalled an ultimately hedonistic satisfaction Off the scale enjoyment The number one best place to be
That party. Sunday 25th October 2012
macstoire
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
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