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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Apr 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.03.21.27.18635]] |
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your brain drew me in, your hot mouth keeps me hanging all over your formidable form so damn rough when needed and soft in all those places you put your tongue, your hands I don't even know you, you must be a fantasy dripping and licking, tracing and gliding all this time spent thinking about that body that could be under me, over me, behind me I am lost in a stream of thought and, and fever vision and seering will to keep from knocking you over, onto your bed (couch,table,floor,car,whatever) I thought it was all a dream, a fuzzy view but, I know where you are, who you are why don't you come find me HELP! |