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By ~Harem~ Date: 2004 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.15.10.10.20229]] |
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Prose, Poetry, Words work on the mind like hands kneeding the flesh from a tangled knarled knot that sore cramped spot needs to be pressed -massaged soothed, squeezed, alot until the muscle finally gives relaxes down and what was uncomfortably wrought becomes pleasurably sought sensually brought to rest And the rest my friend gives way to endless waves of delight in the mind's eyesite as your words display visions of mental prose that tingle the toes given ruby red rose to me. |