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His Gasp
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His Gasp |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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His gasp The shivering shudder of chilled waters... Fingertips lightly touching pure wrinkles as each smoothly touched a thigh. Continuing shoreward as a giggle spurs... Come lover, dance the moon as waters wash and walk. For I shall warm you, charm you....call you as each breath frosts the night air...and tendrils of hair tickle a nuzzling nose... Finding smooth heat, resting as one until the night’s rise swirls a bed of stars. |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion |
well not gonna get criticisim from me i liked it  Swinging the Dead in this Free Fall you call life, Swinging the Dead on a Deathride |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
lol.... no criticism here, either... had to smile at the wrinkles, for that seems all that I'm getting from my smiles these days... why is it, pray tell, they look so damned good on men? |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
My, my, my. Perfection! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
dang you sure can write 'em can't you? had me holding my breath... |
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