Throwing out the fucking book of regulations - speaking freely while crushing that box of mental confinement between my legs beneath the table's linens. Pumping the steamy liquid into the leaves of love, sex, sadness, and thought creating an aroma of my idea of one fuck of a heavenly brew. But then there is the other brew - the us - the lost -
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ohh those lips.
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You're a really brilliant writer, i especially like this entry...you're like my mind..with coordinated writing and speaking abilities haha.
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