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By angieubaldo Date: 2003 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.10.17.09.3821]] |
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He came to me, With a bit of jetlag, and roses, All the way from London, on a Sunday morning, in late November. "Do you want a glass of water" i asked. "The water...", he said while quickly removing his clothes, "The water will take too long to drink." Then he undressed me with perfection. It was the greatest sex of my short life. |