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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 2012-2-25 17:03
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真想让这几个孩子玩玩我那年代的土飞机 坐沙包 骑马打杖 一套下来还想着玩什么 暴打路人甲 决对生活不能自理 玩的连他母亲都不认的儿子了