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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 13, 2005 2:22:29 GMT -5
Tripping, falling, dirt in mouths. Grazed knees, hot tears rolling, Rolling rolling rolling d o w n red cheeks. Snipets of black and white films: A genuinely happy family, at the beach, A collapsing sandcastle, Disappointed faces, Chased away By strong fatherly arms Throwing them into the saltiness. 1940'sA lady on the beach, Children conveying Glum happiness, "Mother, when will Father return?" So beautiful when she's sad. So sad, and beautiful as she stares into the camera, And smiles Toughly.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 15, 2005 1:07:56 GMT -5
Falling over backwards, Pretty knickers showing.
Watch me! Look at me! I'm the only girl you see!
Medieval love, Casanova calling me gently. Hating his ruthlessness, And the way I'm so damn attracted. Bewitched by him. Don't know why. There's so many bad things about him, Maybe that why. Why is he always on my mind? Running, Sprinting, Jumping. Telling me secrets, That every mouth knows.
wxYz I hope he comes back to me.
He comes best when he's on top. Always smile why I groan. Always watching me dress, And then undress. He sounds like a gorrilla When he comes sometimes. Which always makes me laugh, And orgasm better. Stimulating me. Caressing me. Turning me on. Just one look and I'm gone...
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Nov 2, 2013 10:36:53 GMT -5
Wow... I was 13 when I wrote these. 13 & I had no f*cking clue about sex or love, as I hadn't experienced either yet. Strange.
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