Saturday, November 5, 2005
Forbidden Fruit
He was dark and strange and big and not mine. But I had him for a minute and that was fine with me. Sowhat, I was young and we both had someone, but we were so lonely, neglected, forgotten. And his arms were so strong, what was I to do? He smelled like blackberries and walked like he didnt have a...
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