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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa 
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as the night spreads her long legs around my nose I catch the scent of life pulsing quiver running I can almost taste it hot upon my tongue but it eludes me behind the glass wall of the lovers' sweet torture the caught needs the catcher to be dancing alive on my straining outstretched hunger [This message has been edited by brian sites (07-27-2003 02:35 AM).] |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Just spit and I will feed. meow... Loved the slickness of this one siBri... you are too good to all that read you~ I bow. or bend. or whatever.  loved this hunny. Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Damn Boy! This tastes just fine Guess I'll have to start writing with dark ink now...hehe Yer Bro... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
 thank you T you sweet you said hi to your New Orleans sis yet? |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
hey buddy! yep it's lookin all familar-like |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling sweetly... I finally found someone who loves the dark just a little bit more than I... sexy bri... kissing you, and I only suspect where that mouth has been and it's STILL sweet... |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
ohlala, very nice write, loved the sensuality(sp?) of it...   "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
smiling here . . . looking at my screen in an entirely different light xxoo |
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