Candied. I thought that you were sweet within, your glistening sugary silky skin. All still remained as if to claim, you were a peach by any name. When you were moist and softly held once the flesh had gently swelled and the sun had fired the seed and warmed the hand that did the deed, there must... Sign in to see full entry.
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