Like two lovers in soft embrace. Like a wild gazelle about to mount another. A little nibble. A simple taste. I want you, I want you, I want you she said. Have me, take me, shake me, rape me. This is wrong. Is it? Nothing could be more right. We were here before. Let us not leave. Frozen in time. In line at the supermarket.
Am I the blue garbage receptacle, I sure hope so>As ever Af
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