Posted 11:17 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 1999
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh. A truly devoted man. Touch me in the morning. A lot of people are happy during kissing. Who's got my cat? The brown ones are feet. They were very flexible. You create me against your thighs. It's time to wake up. And here is my heart which beats only for you. Tuesday has no feel. Jugglers don't save the world. But mostly prefers wallaby. I could have missed. Everything will be made of one thing, and love will be safe. Sex goes on and on and on. I'm surrounded by women. The tart taste of lemon is a perfect complement to the blueberries. And these two are my breasts. They don't have meetings about rainbows. There was no salt. To be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. I have sensitive nipples. These girls have been shining all week. Or else what? Love or die. A piece of blue sky just fell on my head. The passionate intimacy of a married couple who have not, perhaps, made love for some time. From up here, this is what it looks like. Nice person in need. A new concept for an exciting sex life.