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indiscreet whispers
hushed glances & blushed cheeks
something sinful is submerged
feel the surge
feel the heat


A van de Aa said…
Rooie wangetje of rode oortjes ?!!!
Mey said…
De rode oortjes zijn voor een geheime toeschouwer, die hoort wat hij niet dient te horen, de blosjes voor degene die spreekt of aangesproken wordt. ;-)

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