I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
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| 389 | 2022-02-07 14:06:26 | 51.52 | 96% |
| 39 | 2019-02-04 23:54:47 | 38.97 | 96% |