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My Fantasy/Reality


The cool breeze of the air on a Fall day, hits my face, making my soft hair fly in the wind as I lean in to kiss your tender lips. Your eyes are glistening like the tiny rippless in the lake near us. Your touch is as if the angel at my side had blessed me with his warm prescence bringing me eternal joy and glory! Your scent is like the fierce, rough musky bear hiding in the dark cave above us, getting ready to jump down and attack at any moment. Your hair is as soft as the honey in the cabin we call home, locked up in the pantry for a winters day. Your chest is like a cuddly new born polar bear nuzzling against her Mommy. And...lets not go any farther...right now!!! Evil Laughter!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! heart heart heart