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The Brisk
We flow together like the glacial blue green river..till i cant tell you from me..
i drink you.
horripilation, as your brisk artic bone chilling hands deliberatly communicated with my chestnut golden skin.
leisure.
he smiled
to adore and to be adored.
Your are my handsome delicate
flower.
i drink you.
horripilation, as your brisk artic bone chilling hands deliberatly communicated with my chestnut golden skin.
leisure.
he smiled
to adore and to be adored.
Your are my handsome delicate
flower.
Published 23rd Jan 2013
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26th Jan 2013 10:58am
"horripilation, as your brisk artic bone chilling hands deliberatly communicated with my chestnut golden skin." <----- THat was Dope! :)
NICE! xo
NICE! xo
20th Feb 2013 2:54am
26th Feb 2013 3:30pm
You shine bright and I look forward to more. Love your entwining metaphors.
Terry
Terry
9th Sep 2013 9:40am
