The Touch was delicate...
The Feel was cold...
I took her within me
The sensation got bold...With each large bite I murdered my Ice-cream.
And I don't even feel sorry about it :p
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27. Delicate
The Touch was delicate...
The Feel was cold...
I took her within me
The sensation got bold...With each large bite I murdered my Ice-cream.
And I don't even feel sorry about it :p