mandel, I love you chick. Woah is my my world right now.
Mom has a few nights off. I think I may have to come visit you!
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I won't remember writing this, but that's ok. They are all the part of me I don't know or understand anyway.
please
don't hang up
I want for that voice
I need it this late night
to feel connected as
I can only imagine
you saying wicked
wicked
things to me
as you watch me
unglue you
do you
or do you
this wanting is
delicious yet
nearly painful
nearly
My imagination
is overactive
as are certain
parts of my body
that I feel you touching
in my head
but want so
out of my head
these breasts these
thighs this skin these curves
dangerous and soft
sexy soothing seeking
breathing breathless
touching tasting
taunting haunting
those are the lips
I want to kiss
and lick and whisper into
my mouth as you
fuck me
I need you
near
nearer
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you must have the most perfect thighs. I hope to be able to find this out.
Go to sleep you freak poet. No more kiwis. Don't you remember that Spank-ed up class lesson that El Jefe taught?
Anticipation.
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