Rycine, what visits, what
pushes against your cock,
what resists
Satiny, and matte they
21 May 2009
Dream of Love
How do I loveth thee, Love? In
—compatibly; Count the bitumen, I think,
the cornices: and it is this much.
No darkness around the eyes, my Love
no making up has needeth this—or does
Why mark the way that children dream it?
the tail of whatever in it flails, coils
turns, and eventually, by measures, ends
—compatibly; Count the bitumen, I think,
the cornices: and it is this much.
No darkness around the eyes, my Love
no making up has needeth this—or does
Why mark the way that children dream it?
the tail of whatever in it flails, coils
turns, and eventually, by measures, ends
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Coupon Expert
(for Betsy)
Your thriftiness of this and this
is a model of excellence and this
and this and this and this
Your thriftiness of this and this
is a model of excellence and this
and this and this and this
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Inside You
I have this secret golden thing shining
under a bushel. and when my hand
touches the small of your back
—oh so softly and comes out
with a kidney!
full of all of this!
under a bushel. and when my hand
touches the small of your back
—oh so softly and comes out
with a kidney!
full of all of this!
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