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anthony69 -> Poetic play Mates (9/4/2010 5:16:43 AM)
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When I write my words down late at night,
everything around me vanishes out of mind out of sight.
Relaxation finally kicks in but not before having to fight with all of my might,
the urge to slowly dim the light and tickle her kneck before I take a bite.
There is a problem that only I can solve, it's the process of teaching my self how to sexually evolve in this land that revolves around the lost of trust,dark clouds, mass frustration so one can say that adaptation is a must.
much love
Anthony
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