Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short;
And done, we straight repent us of the sport:
Let us not then rush blindly on unto it,
Like lustful beasts, that only know to do it:
For lust will languish, and that heat decay.
But thus, thus, keeping endless holiday,
Let us together closely lie and kiss,
There is no labour, nor no shame in this;
This hath pleased, doth please, and long will please; never
Can this decay, but is beginning ever.
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Into the the mind of Julieann =p
um ya i'm probable just gunna post random things. Who knows
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"I don't want you to go, I'll eat you up, I love you so."
-Where The Wild Things Are