Her fruits became a labor of love.A Poem by andrew mitchell
With her clothes
fitting tight, the apple skin sealed, the arousal turned on, by glistening curves, moving in wanton circles, I peeled off her offerings, and sank my teeth to get to her core.
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3 Reviews Added on April 9, 2017 Last Updated on April 9, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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