Polly Lips

You can rock my hot super sonic pow

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I can’t think of anything but nights with you. There’s nothing in all the world I want but you and I’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own. Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered, and I was delivered to you; to be worn. I want you to wear me, undress me. And then, when we’re alone, I want to help — to know that you can’t do anything without me.
Love letter by Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, (1919)

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