jazzlover
B.E. Sergeant First Class
It Takes Pressure to Make a Diamond
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Post by jazzlover on Feb 8, 2007 21:37:10 GMT -5
I had a vision a dream an epiphany of sorts You were in my bed wearing black lace shorts You smelled like vanilla and cinnimin dust making sweet love to you is a certain must I want to bathe you with my mouth Oh yes sweet lady I am going down south I want to make your pretty toes curl I want to lick you like a lolipop swirl I didn't want to awaken from my dreamy delight I hope I have the same dream tonight
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Post by lusciouslois on Feb 9, 2007 13:26:48 GMT -5
that's nice
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