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Ear Brush

clover me crimson lover of ebony hue; transfuse my blues with caramel and myrrh; brush the ear of my fantasies with thy feathery tongue until it's numb with pleasure, tingling like the strings on a violin in overtone and goosebumps litter my skin from nappy head to happy toe as we sky to heavenly highs basking in the blissful throes of love... ~ P

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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