What made her tick, her time piece exquisite?A Poem by andrew mitchell
What made her tick, her time piece exquisite?
She was introduced as very complex, layered.... with flavours and textures. Being high quality, I always pushed her envelope hard, stopping before tearing it. That was just how the love was.... raw, urgent. She left no doubt on desires spent, bubbling; I was left wildly fermented.
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Added on November 19, 2016Last Updated on November 19, 2016 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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