EVERYONE KNOWS ITS MITCHELL thestorkthatsoars
curiosity makes me question your curiosity
Aww. The word of my body speaks only of lust for an exchange with that of yours. Yours, incomparable in all of its fairest complexion and softest touch, diminishing the moonlight’s silver glow to a harsh lackluster cloudiness, and rendering the finest silks and most pliable cottons as unparalleled as a cushion of rubble. My being ever craves to converse with yours.
But, it wasn’t me leaving those anons, lawlz.