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by Curing the Comon Cliche Feb 14, 2009 category : Love, romance / lost love
Now we begin the parades Pink and red and white The lovers walk around In the glow of the moonlight Chocolate melts upon her lips Close your eyes and feel her there Spinning, interlacing, your fingers In her silk smooth hair Close your eyes, Dear Reader Taste her tongue and feel her lips Now stop. You heard me stop. We will never speak of this.
by StandStill
What'd i miss..