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Feb 07, 2009
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Fondle
half-heartedly
fighting the restrain
begging again
and again
decide to black the eyes
and perhaps
but no,
you see sultry,
smoky,
come-hither
what am I to do…
resist, yes…
but why…
no I mustn’t think on the matter
my hair in a tatter
and still you see
sexy,
bed head,
tease me
damn you
and your drowning pools
of bed room eyes…
— theladyblue, Feb 07, 2009
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themoonman
17 years 4 months ago
Ladyblue...
theladyblue
17 years 4 months ago
ahhh Richard
themoonman
17 years 4 months ago
You are quite welcome...
theladyblue
17 years 4 months ago
haha...
orgami
17 years 4 months ago
the writing of the sensual plan
theladyblue
17 years 4 months ago
Resistance is futile…
theladyblue
17 years 4 months ago
quick Kels...
Proprietress o…
17 years 4 months ago
and perhaps... but no...
theladyblue
17 years 4 months ago
we are swift labyrinths...
Quillsvein1
17 years 4 months ago
well you
theladyblue
17 years 3 months ago
why thank you sir...
nokros
17 years 4 months ago
Fondle
theladyblue
17 years 3 months ago
this fashion...
OpenCasket
17 years 3 months ago
An instant sparkle of bliss?