For love languishes thirsty mouth,
August odd smells in the air.
Indian summer that what the scent is
within the human being?
The thought of you inside me gets
a time of tremendous pressure,
I am again, as a teenage.
Just a strange feeling inside
man, that man mind my pictures
hover, and a small glimpse of him
too much to excite. again at night
dreams from me disappear.
My tongue tight squeeze,
and the strain and make an effort
hardly confess to you how
a lot of you want. As
Markets Act mind the dog stock
bone just here today to bite him.
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