lady moon with beamish fingers tugs at corners ocean tides unravelling down beach breasts stars pucker up kissing crests jibberish light unsheathed among wave caps. Have you heard their butterfly giggles?
lady moon with beamish fingers tugs at corners ocean tides unravelling down beach breasts stars pucker up kissing crests jibberish light unsheathed among wave caps. Have you heard their butterfly giggles?
Oooh, cool metaphor. So sensual. This works really well!
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Thank you! It evolved itself out of something quite different. Kind of bizarre. I felt like it was training me.
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This is clever stuff. Can I have a glass of whatever you’re on?
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you had me at ‘naughty’…
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Delightful!
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Thanks Ingrid! š
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Oh, I long for those giggles, the sexy sea, and those naughty nights. Lovely, Worms.
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I’ll have a double of what you just gave Hobbo. š I’ll listen up for those giggles once the ice thaws here.
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