Sunday, December 21, 2014

Soundless Sighs Comments

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ride the mounting tempest
feel the honey drip from fingertip to thigh
feast on the silken sex and satin scent of candy-coated sin
made to tug and tease at the corners of inhibition and restraint
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Arnie Hicks
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