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Sep 19, 2008 02:59

I miss my home. My real home in Virginia. I want Chris. I want to live with him for the rest of my life. I want Chris to be the one I grow old with. I love him so much. And better yet, I'm in love with him. I want to taste him. I want to feel the softness of his tongue against mine. I want to feel the pressure of his body on mine. I want to feel ( Read more... )

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A poet you are. chief_skeeter October 2 2008, 05:19:59 UTC
First I got to say, STOP FOLLOWING ME. This is my site. :-) I am just kidding, but I am amazed that you are on all 3 social sights.

Second, it starts out innocent, and then it starts to get kinky. Overall nice poetry.

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