YoursSINSerely
Still East of the River
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2009
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The fire in my hearth and in my heart are stoked and awaiting you. Fly swiftly and let me wait no more.
Ahh. Sir, Lancelot, The ocean between us will not keep us separated for long. Look to the evening sky when the moon is full and the air is crisp. I will swoop in as the wind blows.


Besides I need spanked still. *wiggles butt at you*