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81 when you took my cock to hand waves of pleasure crashed over me a storm, of your making no thoughts... just, please, never stop your kisses, my anchor A sailor, sea legs weak, wobbly leaning into your breasts while between my legs the hurricane continued unabated after the storm had passed you wiggled into your panties a siren to sing and steal my thoughts and I knelt naked before you kissed each foot, in unspoken signals of submission wondered what your charts would make of it . |
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boh I love your poetry - very sensuous A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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What a sublime feeling of belonging... my anchor... It's all there in that one word for me...
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"In like Flynn"
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"In like Flynn"
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sweet
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