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Post by Stanley Brown on Jan 12, 2012 16:56:57 GMT
If thou shouldst e'er need a life, I have one here for thee, When darkness shrouds thy sweet eyeballs my hand will make free, Giving a gentle caress to thy beloved plump belly d'amore, When in life’s loneliness thou standst, alone, bereft, afraid, That solitary voice is mine, close by I stand, thine aid, Thy emptiness within I doth feel, thy pain I'll gladly share, Whatever life may cast in thy direction, I willingly will bear, What price such undertakings I hear thou mildly ask, This debt has been but paid in full in thy caring of sad past, As I lie on my bed trying to recalling your divine parts.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Feb 7, 2012 14:48:40 GMT
Another lump of your unusual output, Stanley. Please keep posting, do.
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Post by Mikle on Jul 3, 2014 17:27:34 GMT
Beautiful writing as always.
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