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So many nights I cried myself to sleep, So many times unpleasant fruits I’ve reaped,
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When you just can't stand the one you love...
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It is cold and silent, the sea. Such a peaceful place in many respects, broken only by the distant humming of our screws.
by Maximilliano
38 lines, 7 comments,
on Aug 6 10:45 PM 2008
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Oh my sweet, sweet, beautiful Angel of a man. Your letter finds me in the very best of spirits. Your words are the very blood that flows through my veins. I often dream of yesteryear, when we walked through the trees and you
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Yes my dear, it is five o'clock in the morning and I am still awake, and thinking about how very good it will feel when I finally get to fuck you tonite. You have had me soaking wet for 5 days straight now, aren't you proud o
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Max,
Do you remember the first time you went down on me? I'll gladly refresh your memory. It was August 20,1987. We were downstairs, on the black leather couch in the living room, noone else was home, it was right af
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Oh, sweetheart, you do please me, in so many many ways, more than you will ever know, and more than I will ever be able to tell you. I have experienced more, and I have felt more in the short time we have been together than I
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