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By cryingshame58 Date: 2006 Jun 02 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.02.20.48.18846]] |
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your kisses stir me up more than a morning's brew between hot spiced tea and a cajun chicory hue sugar cane, honey, syrup or molasses is never as sweet as your wild passions down on my knees and losing my breath we're down on the floor in a pool of sweat wearing only our robes as we move as one looking deep into each other's soul until we are done |