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Jan 21, 2010
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Winters Passion
Winters Passion
I'm out of breath..
chest pounding
my nipples, aching and erect
I feel this tingle in my toes
my fingers feel elusive
I'm hot, I'm cold
I can feel my blood flow
I hate this, I love this
in my mind, I wonder....
Would these god damn birds
ever shovel this much snow
to feed me?
Sue
— jetz, Jan 21, 2010
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Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
This is too good. I simply
Race_9togo
16 years 4 months ago
Hey