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Beauty is but a mask. Dark perversions beneath it lie. (pencil)
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Ride him, ride him hard. Curb that firery stallion's heart. (pencil)
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Does he like me? I hope he does. (pencil)
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Caught in the grip of passion, oblivion is only a heartbeat away. (pencil)
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A soft and loving place, for you to share and I to grant. (pencil)
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Squeeze tight this thing of beauty. Hold it forever close to the heart. (pencil)
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For some people life never seems free and easy. Even with friends round they still feel restricted. (pencil)
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After labour comes languor. Warm joy scents the air. (pencil)
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Two artists, whose wayward paths entwine, life's stage do bestride. Yet, fearful of historie's strident march, both linger in ways grown cold. (pencil)
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Not everybody has it cushy. Some people have to work for a living. (pencil)
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Not all unions end in tears. Some congeal for want of trying. (pencil)
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Fetish Photos
Erotic Drawings
Erotic Art
arnold b's Gallery
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