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Poet, professional sales, pro poker player, political commentator...heck, I've managed to do a lot in a short amount of time.Now I sit here wondering, who the heck are these hot, horny, gorgeous women winking at Garfield Jones, sending messages, asking for more pics...?Symphony of Movement The symphony of movement;The orchestra of fate;Lives intertwined,Crashing through time,Finding people of differing faiths;Dreaming of seductionSoft, supple, sweetHands roaming through,Exploring a sea of curves and beauty,Tracing a path to ecstasy;Shallow breaths,Gulps of air,Want intensifies,Pleasure and affections collide,On the tip of a finger,At the edge of a tongue,With thoughts of a mounting love.The longing creates want,Wanting intensifies longing;Lie there, be still;Feeling shared energy,Shared intuition,Shared thoughts,Shared longings,Shared kisses,Shared romance,Passion explodes,Ripping through the fabric of being,Reuniting long lost souls,Recombined as oneIn love, and loving.
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