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Mar. 12th, 2005 12:45 am"He could feel her tensing within, and then her quivering little flutters of satisfaction as she crowned the head of his manhood with her own sweet honeyed libations of pleasure. The warmth of it sent him out of control, and his own love juices burst forth in greater measure, searing her hidden garden with an intensity of ecstasy. . . ."
"I could not allow anyone else. . .to plow a furrow in your love fields, my darling"
"Your love juices have begun to flow, sweetheart."
Hidden garden...love juices...plow a furrow...can't breath, laughing too hard...
Now I really need to go to bed and stop flicking between Farscape and the guilt trip that is Red Nose Day.