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Come, Gray
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Come, Gray |
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Elan Member
since 2002-05-03
Posts 382State of Wide Eye |
Come, Gray Come, between this black and white of sunlight, night, and somewhere between dust covered dreams, the sense of touch was near to me, to be a search to reach, a pull from throat, a cry, beseech, listen to this blood red heart, then stitch and wind a woman’s dreams shove the gray aside, she did the touch was real, the cry was made when then to try, and ply as you might ~ but don’t be surprised at bursting seams because somewhere in the gray when teeth clipped lip met lip and ‘stash and there was a breath, caught up in gasp, when shifts and change and kaleidoscope eyes felt pull of earth, a moon’s sunrise, and the cornucopia withers, screams, and dies, so come again, come again gray, like some faraway siren’s song take me away, please, far away, and wake again this withering long. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
in her submission her wrists are lovely bound in silk whispering enjoyed the feeling of this one ms |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes~ well whispered... enjoyed ... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
ahh yes, and you truly know I know the feel of this one....  |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
So beautiful. You touch inside me. A |
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