we were a loving pair of tongues in the fleecy arms of morning, golden with its tenor and zeal, upon a coverlet of sunshine and fresh honeydew. our mouths, an alcove of melting, with a loving pair of tongues naked and fleshed out like two seasons, summer and spring, living.we spoke in hopeless beauty with shimmering eyes and inclined heads,
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I don't feel dirty after
reading something like that,
because it's just so tastefully
done. The stuff that you
write is so inspiring. Don't
go away again, okay, Steve?
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