DARK SIDE OF THE SWOON
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
My darling my dearest, my heart beats with love at your touch when ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core, while cheeks burn with arms open, eyes shut amid the thrump-a-thrump of my heart beating as we dry hump in the back of your Ford.
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