Meade's Ball
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Making love, i am told by the gentler-haired, and rutting are two different things. This makes me ponder at greater length who i think i would perhaps look best-paired with, someone whose body didn't quiver with a physical disgust swamped by mine, whose eyes looked down agreeably at the hairs and mounds and dots and patches and scrapes that adorn my lumpen flesh, whose ears aren't filled with cheese-pods when i mutter something dirtily and songfully upon awakening from the dreams of torrid filth that swept my creeping forebrow through the night. And in thinking along those lines, i am best suited to a newsreader with a filthy side whose heard it all before and seen pictures of every royal fluffer in recent years banned from public viewing and maybe even set a fire alarm off deliberately so she/he could touch up a feminist chained in protest to a desk and even did a stand-in couple of months on Crimewatch when one of her colleagues had a face shot off.
Actually, i'm going for Eliza Szonnert.
Actually, i'm going for Eliza Szonnert.