Ephemeral pleasure.

Jul 17, 2004 07:47

Oh dear inanimate body sprawled across the floor, it's raining tonight. I ran a finger down your indisposed exposed flesh. I pressed my lips against your sanguine canvas and tasted the masterpiece you've become. Water flows strong down the tiles, and you're such a beautiful child. If only it could be like this every time, it's sad it had to end ( Read more... )

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Arrgh wanghengis July 18 2004, 00:26:57 UTC
That was sexy...and so is your icon.

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