Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I can bottle up this sweetness and drink it for the rest of my life.
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
