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By ladyinwaiting Date: 2004 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.04.13.44.7857]] |
| she looked like a goddess, flowing sun-streaked hair wet against summer bronzed skin, breast buoyant and magnified through the clearest of waters, moon beams glaring down on the two lovers, a succulent honeycomb with lust oozing from every crevice, she giggled in a youthful way, begging, "come make love to me now or i'll die", he moans with an engorged response, "girl you'll be the death of me, i never learned to swim in pools of love, i must be a fool to think i can, and a greater fool to try, but i am sure this is the promised land of milk and honey, i'll die head first" |