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A Dance of Tounges 3-3-10

With a touch of starteledness, lips gently meet for a first date, slowly they find comfort in the close dance... Like wandering hands a tounge nudges, and is allowed entrance to pink taste buds secreted away... Almost as if new to this experiance, it begins to join the waltz, twirling around in a found agreement...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/25/2010 10:58:00 AM
I don't know about that tounge thing . You put to much imagination in this one . I can vividly see them making out. You are a hit girl
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Date: 3/3/2010 9:25:00 AM
That's a really good poetic way to say their making out. Good poem<3 Emily
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