For some reason, Miss J, you've entered my soft zone. I feel bad when I'm cross or harsh with you and I let things slide away like soft rain on leaves whenever I think of you.
I loved seeing you the other night spontaneously and felt soft wearing your shirt all day.
I am thinking of you now Miss J as you have to see your mom in a way that is difficult and requires your strength and humor and that I know will not only see your mom and dad through but ease everyone around you.
Kisses for such a beautiful heart. I wish I could be there to hold you tight, to rub your forehead and softly touch your skin until you fell a slumber, feeling safe and warm.
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I love sex. I love rope. Sometimes my heart finds a way to have both and be happy.
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