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The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling.
Did you miss me?
Wish to dwell in dear love?
Touch my milklike skin.
Feel the ocean.
Lick my deepest.
Hear the starry choir.
Rip off this lace.
That keeps me imprisoned.
But beware of the enchantment.
For my eroticism is oblivion.
Old love lies deep you said.
Deeper shall be the wound between your legs......
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发表于 2012-2-11 20:13
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我记的我小时小人书1分钱一本 后来2分 那时一个陀罗2毛钱 我兄长和我让父亲也没给我俩买