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no poetry?
snake! i need you.
Not a poet, baby. Nothing but sweet nothings in your ear.
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no poetry?
snake! i need you.
so that won't happen again![]()
Not a poet, baby. Nothing but sweet nothings in your ear.
silly.
index.
page 1.
link to vid.
have you been gone awhile?!?
lol, yep. see, i at least tried.![]()
where's the lovey dovey?
sweet nothings?
???
One of my favorite pages. I just love the question mark on your sweet nipple.
silly.
index.
page 1.
link to vid.
have you been gone awhile?!?
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Questiongirl!' O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
well, at least you'll give me sweet nothings before you stick your digits and everyting else in my waiting womanhood ...
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yes and no lol. Saw that one silly. Just wondering it at the panty party you might make another video lol
i was giggling when she was painting it ...
Don't roll your eyes at me young lady or else I will take you over my knee...You like those things entering your waiting womanhood...
w00t, snake!
wanna fuck?
promise? later?
i have to run, boys...
hubby's turn.
the next one will involve Wonder Woman, by request ...
funny man. like you know!![]()
OMFG.somewhere i have never travelled
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e. e. cummings
bada bada bada bada bada bada bada bada bada bada BINGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

shhhhhh......sweety.....you know we decided that it was our secret
I bet you're lookin F-I-N-E today, although you looked damn fine laying there in bed when I left early this morning......
you already know I love this.I'm waiting for this to get posted on my lit writer's profile but, in the meantime, I thought I'd share it here:
Divinity
by Fflow
If my lips could feel the warmth of your skin,
they would begin with the nape of your neck
and, softly, linger lower.
I’d want to surprise you with a gentle caress
of your auburn tresses, and listen for sighs
as my fingers felt your pulse quicken.
I press my ear to your chest and, as I hear
your heart beating, fleeting fingers tantalize
hips and thighs.
Kisses flicker like butterflies as I drink you in,
aching to know the depth and breadth of you.
I wonder as I wander lower if you will reveal
your inner secrets or, with a bit of prying,
they will spill out and flood me with
a taste of divinity.
Kneeling now, I kiss your toes and you laugh,
squirming slightly. I hold you tightly.
Pleasures rise inside your shining eyes as
fingers clasp the sheets, pleats of ecstasy
resplendent in the flush of your bliss.
I ache for your kiss.

Whats your favourite cut of beef?