Yesterday I decided situational celibacy helps me write sexy poetry. HA! I guess it's good for something. Now if I actually "get some" my smut poetry powers will go to hell in a handbasket on a zip cord.
<i>Smooth alabaster touch
I've dreamed about cool skin gliding like air conditioned silk
Against my bare goose-bumped flesh
Every baby fine hair standing on end in anticipation...
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