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An intimate spring

Nobody, not a soul

can make me crumble

tumble headfirst over

my heels draped on

your shoulders

gasping, I can't

help but call out

as you take hold of me

No other touch has

hypnotized my bones

since the night

I kissed you and

you walked me

a few steps backwards

to bend me over while

I slid the cotton off my

skin without a moment's

hesitation, breathless

feeling you for the first time

in the balmy night '

of early spring though

I thought I would surely

never see you again.


  1. soo uhh im loving ut writing and all, but what happend to the picture taking?
    kind regards,

  2. Dear Cunt,

    I've already explained that I am without a camera. So stop checking for titty pictures, there aren't any new ones.

    You dirty shit.


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