here i set my ways in the day to do...this sentence really drifts off into non-committalness,
untill i learned about hours wrangling the magnificent creature..this is no sometimes that your appologetic eyes can skim over for you, o my sweet lasses, these days spent wanting and decieving, pleading...oh your petitcoats blush the same reds as roses
and the same rose beween your legs, and how much does that cost?......i would give it free of own accord and for more strenth in myself. but not before i let my own silver blade pop all my buttons and fall back to indeceny...


and when i've had my fill of you, then you can understand the filthy weak emotional woman who drives all things.

every tiny
thing.

04/08/2011

Posted on 04/09/2011
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