Theory. You are leg tops below a buttoned unmarked neck top. Soft orange and lemon slices in milky slops. Berry smears and the smoky sighs, peaches down smoothed Through dribbling juices and thighs that materialise Netted. Clusters of snow fruit splitting. Down runs The daughter's laughter. Hear the... Sign in to see full entry.
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