Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- even the playing field i know exactly where i can touch you little boy to make you ticklish, to make you fold in half, to eat through your defenses and to this point little boy nothing you could do would break me. so how did you do it? you won nape of the neck, small of the back, breathy ears, poking sides. im not used to having a spine. im not used to you making me nervous. 3:26 p.m. - 2006-01-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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