youmakemeneedyou: The Story of Shapes He loved every sweep
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youmakemeneedyou: Tell Me Is this how things are when you read
My Friend Is Gone
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youmakemeneedyou: You wake to wicked words whispered, lips caressing
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youmakemeneedyou: The Story of Shapes He loved every sweep
youmakemeneedyou: As I think I might have mentioned before I
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youmakemeneedyou: Sit He tells her to sit down. She does.
youmakemeneedyou: The Chupa Chups is just the cherry. So sexy.
youmakemeneedyou: The ghosts of his hands haunted her body.
youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a
youmakemeneedyou: I need to go and lose myself amongst the bookshelves
youmakemeneedyou: Exactly.
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youmakemeneedyou: The incomparable deliciousness of a vagina.
youmakemeneedyou: Damn that man can write. More than anyone
youmakemeneedyou: Waiting - III Wait. The command he left you
julia–loves: youmakemeneedyou: And that, Robin my boy,
youmakemeneedyou: Hunger Let me feed you, Let me fill you
youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a
youmakemeneedyou: Distracting Thoughts #5 She reads to me,
youmakemeneedyou: Oh my. You may have noticed I don’t often
youmakemeneedyou: Waiting The slow crash of seconds tick by
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youmakemeneedyou: Two of my favourite things.
youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a