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Originally Posted by Zoner
"otorhinolaryngological"
That's fucking hot.
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I'd hit it.....
"(It was) like a large exotic mushroom in the fork of a tree, a little pleasure dome if ever I've seen one, where Alph the sacred river ran down to a tideless sea. No, not tideless. Her tides were convulsive, an ebb and flow that could take you very far, far back, before hurling you out, wildly and triumphantly, on a ribbed and windswept beach without end."
"His mouth looked for the oiled berry,"
"The smell of his armpits was on her shoulders -- a flower depositing pollen on a hummingbird's forehead," another reads.
/creams pants