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HEART IS NOT MIND: Net circumcisions on my wrists tired

Net circumcisions on my wrists tired work still your member with strong suctions love. Move my hands and hold me bully. Breasts dried slow agonizing.   Wild males covered with diamonds, love you all and sundry. The bed is playful Heart and do not mind. Frida

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DARK EYE: Poetry by Frida

DARK EYE       Dark eye,  injected dust adamantine.  Reflection to flee away,  the shade of a few words thrown to the wind … Invoking the intimate mood my  his approach with ease  so vibrant notes persuasive  I hide in the contemplation of his presence … (Frida)  

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