"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle
Saturday, June 21, 2014
1:45 a.m.
The corners of your mouth when they turn up, they curl up, makes me hurl up all kinds of perverted, intricate worded, delicately absurd kind of emotion. Become my moon so you can pull the tides of my ocean…..my freaky, naughty, my kinky body, your stinky pheromone fills my nose with oxytocin erotic, poetic words that spill out on this screen, each word is a slight scream with a silent moan, each thought is a light kiss in a erogenous zone……your physical has me whimsical interval….
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