"Let me be your bed of all pleasures and the stone on your grave..." the pages of my favourite book once told me...
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5 comments:
For an Ang(h)el,
I'll be your bed of all pleasures and the stone on your grave...
Ok, that was too obvious, but it's still cute, right?
:)
Ha ha..have a look in personals at "My Daddy" post...it might cast a new light over things... :p :)
...eum...
"I'll be your bed of all pleasures, the stone on your grave...and your very own oedipus complex?"
Well you do have to get past him to get to me...And it ain't that easy trust me...:p
Hmm...true...well instead of going to the trouble of getting past him to get to you I'll just go for him directly and stay there! Good idea no? I could do with some militarization!
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