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Green Pools of desire Luscious whisps of black tickling flesh framing rivers of emotion a gateway to your soul Multidimensions of color flow endlessly Lost in green drowning falling flying cradled in spinning green.
daggatolar
24-Sep-04/5:30 AM
any "green" ripe a pluck,like the above consumated in flesh is worth the "ticklishing" in the mouth.
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