Sometimes I give my Forever Existential Crisis a big cuddle and take them for a walk round the block. Sometimes we just sand there and it cups my bottom cheeks in its hands. I guess its warm. If it were in animal form I think it would be be a giant white goose with a particularly serrated beak. I would ride naked astride its neck and plunge down into the valley. Both of us red-eyed and frothing. Chapter 8. Verse 10. Crop tops of mercy - S. Berto
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 01:56:30 +0000
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