- Erotic Poetry
- That's a Cardigan
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Do it just. Give about 5% of what you're used to.
Please don't do it. Give me the bottle and the "Yours" Crown cup. I need a river water chaser. Put something on and pick up your clean underwear. Yes, that's a cardigan. We talk about everything.
All of my lovers have gone to chiropractors. I made it to cheerleader try-outs although I had a lisp. See, he fits a few fetishes. The real good ones. Declined the dress, suggested a kilt. The egg drop soup felt like seduction but in a kinky, low-down dirty way. I swirled its perfectly malleable creamy whiteness. Spooned it up and blew it off. Tasted fine.
In Austrian accent: this is a fear of leaving home. this is a fear of the unknown. the shadow spaces are creeping in. dance with the anticipation of future but keep steadfast on your trek. nothing is more important than doing what you love. buy a community harmonica.
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