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#234
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Honey
Honeydew
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He'd grown to enjoy the soft kisses the other always seemed to be willing to give, and already he'd begun to love the sound of the way the man called him lord. So when the feathery lips teased at his neck as soft fingers did elsewhere he all but melted against the other, willingly bending to allow each touch the Prince was willing to give
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 05-30-2012, 12:35 AM
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