Mad Brooklyn
slight dreams of slender fingers running over shoulders heightened senses sensual sensations at sunset as caress down, silent murmur inconsistent with constant ecstatic touch, shudder at thought sought held yet day's occasion needs tending. Until next moment next to she sweet memory take shape in mind hint sigh, swerve as drive...:)
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