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B is for Erotican't... 01

Her legs whispered into my ear: "Where are we going with this?"
My eyes responded: "To hell, if we don't stop kidding ourselves."
She gasped her agreement. 
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I didn't like that this was the only conversation we shared
Outside of the:
hey
how's you
how's the weather
you good...?
But we had long since understood that... WORDS were useless
To our kind
We who spend our days pontificating to the rabble
A fabble
To keep them sated.
No, our conversations were steeped in sweat.
Oh! For more though...


Tracy j H
20:06:2012

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