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Hmmm...
My fresh roots are digging here...
I'm getting comfortable...
A little bit longer and I might be able to...be able to...
Shut the hell up and get to what I came here to do.
Here...this is the beginning of a poem without an end:
I'm poetic, yes ma'am, causing a grin on your apple of a face
hearing your giggle all over the place...
feeling your touch...
seeing your blush...
tasting your lips...
hugging your hips...
You're oh so close, I feel your breath on the nape of my neck...
You cause such dear excitement, to pretty to be such a tease...
That would be only the first of many, pals. |
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Posted by bleh926 on 2008-01-21 18:08:37 | Rating: | Views: 122
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