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[07 May 2008|01:17am] |
Let me push back the hair from your neck, let me breath and elevate the goose pimples from your skin. Place your fingers between the space between my jeans, and my body. Rip them from me. Slide your fingers down the length of my leg. Drag nails across my chest, push me back, run your palms over my cheeks, exhale into my mouth. Sigh wishes of love, puncture my inhibition, rest upon my body as if it were the soil. Feel me rise and fall with you, my entirety, supporting you, reach into my soul. Make me sensitive to your touch, senses long dormant. My body is yours. I wilt to you, inhale me, redeem me. I am yours. Submitted, and relented. A leaning tree into your wind.
Being single, you get horny. I like playing that border between seductive and explicit. Do you like it? I like it. My imagination cup runneth over, despite my loneliness. Read, you dirty things!.
Hey, Here's a quiz I took in 1021, before the world was made. Although my answers are different, the result is the fucking same. Night then!
Your Lucky Underwear Is Red
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You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.
You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.
When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.
So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!
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Such devilry! Muah.
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