Apr 2014
Nothing turns me on more
than you lying there,
playing with my cobwebs
strung from your peaks
& in those
hot intimate-moments,
we string
tender tales of burning-love.
than you lying there,
playing with my cobwebs
strung from your peaks
& in those
hot intimate-moments,
we string
tender tales of burning-love.
(GRB090423)
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