January 2012
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I'm tired, dear... (A princess' love letter to all...
…but it won’t stop while the skin is still itching. I ache to RUB your balmy down, and FEEL beneath the folding quiver. LICK the simpering fruit. SQUIRM, childer, SQUIRM, suckler. The clean white linens are the best to PAINT with throbbing brush. Can’t you WRIGGLE for me, little warmling, under the steamed breath? And WON’T YOU SHOW the underskin, and let the breezy light...
Jan 17th
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Jan 11th
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Art blog for the Artist! →
((This is where I am spending most of my break from AskMolestia. I do drawings, take requests, and generally better my art a whole lot… See you all there!))
Jan 8th
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