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Illumination

Our verbal dumpster.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Uh huh.

"...I want to run my hands over your soft body, taste your amazingly delicious mouth, and lay next to your warm being..."

Etc, etc, etc...

Boy,

I love the way you talk.

Posted by ¥αβά at 7:57 PM  

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