Touch me in ways you thought too sacred. Tell me all of your forbidden words. Baby, there are no mysteries anymore, only skin; only synapses.
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Monday, November 16, 2009
The Anticipation of Man
Touch me in ways you thought too sacred. Tell me all of your forbidden words. Baby, there are no mysteries anymore, only skin; only synapses.
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