May 2nd, 2003 - 2:32 p.m.

Labyrinth; an urgent letter of plain lust.

Ah, you pleasure seeking minx. With your cascading hair like nymphet water fall and glowing dart eyes.

Desire pinned through beetle shell and framed on display whither you like it or not.

Play and cajole to your contentment; will wait patiently and drink to the scent of skin.

("Mazeltov")

But then, do you? Would you? Or is this once again merely a tripping over ankle and foot?

You win either way.

N.

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