I don't like to talk about loving you. I can't break it into crumbs and lick it from my fingers. And even if I could, it wouldn't taste as good as watching your hands slice celery for stir fry.
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Looked for a lecture in Yandex, and came across this page. Some information on the topic of my essay scored. It would be a little more, and thanks for that!
http://iloveboylove.invisionplus.net/?mforum=iloveboylove&s=de88ddc9fd875c748d2ffaad3d52b0ee&showuser=22054
Posted by: Ziffemidlinue | 01/21/2010 at 03:07 AM