half-blissing realize warm nuzzle surprised my nape should be almost audible those ploops of arm hair up with such force as torpedoes zooming under their root, tenting, marvel at the floor, spotless without nub litter of goosebumps blown off as confetti only the steady smooth step of shadow, sliding away chuckling —
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I enter, in no cooler than out,
I enter, in no cooler than out, a steam sauna of a day leaving myself open to chance leave the door unlocked it would take a godly crew of shirtless men with a ram (turgid, battering or sacrificial) to part the swollen wood from thickened jamb, out no cooler than in . . . .wav […]
show me a bit of baudy
show me a bit of baudy for all the strut, where’s the magic touch proof muscle shirt Cohen verse, kleenexed codpieces of pity lines, the main thing is what I paid to see offstage — not the dance, the full (round, monty, backle) naked contact with greatness, with god. Now unbuckle the clever fripperies of […]