I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
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2213 | 2020-05-13 02:39:48 | 69.01 | 96% |
1870 | 2020-03-04 21:23:09 | 67.49 | 95% |
5 | 2017-11-04 23:26:53 | 38.11 | 94% |