rschmitz
As you dictate my life I think to frugal ways, attempting to be different than the average, defy what I should know though I was never brought up by precious gems of any mean median or mode. If I had you as a boundary
little dangling spark of light on sunnier days you keep hips warm with pelvic dreams, hold in your little brass body the opening of doors harder to pry than your attached leg lust of fury. I'll slide thumbs through your crevasses if only to grasp you harder, have you hold something of mine a bit too tight, bruise fingertips in attempts. but its quite alright for your use is of a modern simplicity I appreciate.