April 3, 2013
Wild things burst through within. Nothing is calculated except the pen to the paper. She moves terribly slow. Its more of a languid explosion. A slow come. A dripping fantasy. When we are together we are nothing but contact to contact. Skin embracing skin. I lose motivation. Within reason. I'm just very distracted, ya hear folks? Close places to get lost near Lewisburg, PA. Zip code 17837. How much of this is stupid shit?
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