The writing was on a glance!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Of a crowded room, busy
in she walked, contact, flowing in dress, beauty. Spotting her, sexy she noticed me, tall Our eyes drawn I caught her. Through my eyes she saw desire In the gleam of her eyes I saw " I Want!" After our initial combat I whispered " This is a hold-up!" " Drop everything, real slow!" She did. I can't tell any-more Terms and conditions apply. © 2015 andrew mitchellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 25, 2015 Last Updated on September 27, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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