All Kinds
William Wright Harris Have you ever been so alone you shouted into an abandoned well just to hear your voice echo back? Or held the door open for a group of people just to feel them walk by; just to...
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William Wright Harris Orgasms should be this pure. Your soft maple neck, holding the samefingers that hold you. The way light shimmers off your glittering bodywhen I swing you in my arms. My digits...
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