Her lips r lik d@ of d explanans of a fresh wine...exposed to d mornin dew....that facilitate my emotion to climax...bringing back my sleepin libido to active sense of action...like when Alcohol is mixed wit whatever is in d stream...am so lost in uR misery u intoxicate n I appreciate ur nature to d future.
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