Paige: If you do get baby sitter for this evening and see Ms. Juliet, please give her a kiss for me - alright?!
Cool - cool.
Thanks.
softly biting
softly biting your cinnamon tongue which texture doesn't offer cinnamon but a marmalade. wet & warm . soft yet firm. groovy w/ tiny ridges that when passed slowly are really felt in depth and, when passed w/ more momentum feel ribbed w/ friction in tiny, however, potent doses
you laugh as you pull away and i see myself in your eyes - the object of their gaze - locked in on how i make you feel at this moment - most of it - a subconscious congratulations - joy of ecstasy - being here - listening to water trickle downward
downward
right to here
John Alan Conte` JR The BeeHive S. Side Pittsburgh, PA
September
28, 2005
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John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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