all is up.
a dreamy boy fills your legs
with such a torso-
he acts like your tongue is hard candy-
and the crust in your eyes is cinnamon.
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well....gooooood morning indeed. a very graceful description of such an intimate moment, thanks for writing
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ReplyDeleteYour dreamy boy is getting all blushed out here. He knows he doesn't compare to the foxy fantasy lady he has in his hands right now.
ReplyDeleteLOL...wow.
ReplyDeletemmm...perfect. delicious little piece!
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