
11-16-2002, 07:59 AM
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yet seldom member
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Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: below the whitesausage equator
Posts: 1,853
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As we investigate our secret PLACES
my left hand goes down to your lap.
with closed eyes cheek to cheek both faces;
through the cloth I seem to feel a gap.
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