Oct 04, 2005 21:43
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
And flows over your collar bone down to your breast,
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
To a soft warm place I call home, and may god protect your home.
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that cracks me up
are you implying that she calls you god?
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