The erogenous playground at war!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Mouths locked
Duelling tongues fencing; Cat and mouse. Pulses racing, Swirling tongues, Medusa's snakes. Sigh sounds Two hearts Strike a chord. Tongues dance Defending posts; Tongue-wars. Lovers thirst " the French Kiss" "Baiser Francais" Amorous, Slowly Winding Passionately Enduring Wild Entangling Kisses.
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5 Reviews Added on May 16, 2015 Last Updated on May 16, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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