small comfort
i offer them succour at my left breast suckling soothes me exciting their ardour aroused they arise their firmness becomes my pleasure shall they gentlemanly be or will i see youthful in-experience? no matter for this temple of bliss i offer unto them derides small comfort within me i am the vessel within which they sail my body is the ocean upon which they ride my love is the inconsequentialness of being...
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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