Three blind mice
see how they run.
The last and final reason my love for thee be so strong is when I look inside it is thee that be missing. When I think of Our snuggles I think of the heaven tween thy thighs n roll over Beethoven for me.
Drowning in sweet Mona Lisa is where I need to be n wanna too.
I see her open anticipant n hungry for Rich Ripe warms. N burning the curtains high,.
It is you with Us in every sleeping dream and wakeful ones too.
The reason thee have not told me how much I mean to you is because you think no work need be
done here, I am trapped and hence: no urgency is needed. He is hopelessly in love with me
so no sweat.
Just keep him broke?
I saw this years ago n thot surely she be above that.
B

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