Let not this moist cavern of tangled limbs and
sweat and the sense of sex ever
evaporate but distil its latent power to
banish break of day so that
night and silence can reign in the
banked heat of skin on skin.
Let not this moist cavern of tangled limbs and
sweat and the sense of sex ever
evaporate but distil its latent power to
banish break of day so that
night and silence can reign in the
banked heat of skin on skin.
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