Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Heat on. No air con.

Smell the heat.
Smell the?
Sex.
Yes.
Upstairs.
Downstairs.
Whistling?
Or music?
Well, whistling is music.
Music?
Or was it really?
Beat.
On.
Off.
Definitely.
Lift.
Air. No con.
Delicious.
Wet stuff and weddings.
Don't spoil my appetite. Could you?

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