Friday, July 15, 2011

upon waking

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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6 comments:

  1. LewisstyleJuly 15, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    well....gooooood morning indeed. a very graceful description of such an intimate moment, thanks for writing

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  2. bttrflyscarJuly 15, 2011 at 8:23 AM

    Lol...

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  3. T RumblerJuly 15, 2011 at 4:29 PM

    Your 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.

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  4. bttrflyscarJuly 16, 2011 at 7:15 AM

    LOL...wow.

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  5. UnknownJuly 17, 2011 at 3:47 PM

    mmm...perfect. delicious little piece!

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  6. bttrflyscarJuly 19, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    :)

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