Mr. B Flat and Ms. Emotional Masocism. Hmmmmm .... I crave the taste of him, I crave the complications it entails. He plays along so delightfully that I could loose all sense of meaning and shape in the space between his lips and his tongue. I'm making love to him between tracks on the radio, because every song is about him suddenly. He kisses my
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