As I walk the asfualt, my mental structure draws dipictions fimilar to ones simental. I catch breif encounters of pass ones as I charter along the depths of the mental prism.. lips brush ..skin braces,pelvises touch,subtle words are spoken... simple.. but distinctive..mental apathy.. feelings are felt throught the souls deepest seducted areas... treasure is found. In awww, wow.
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