32 Orchard Street| Pt. 1

“Okay,” Diane huffs, as she throws herself into the seat next to Calle, wiping the sweat from her perfect brows. Today, she went for a white button down to go under her yellow sweater, her black high waisted jeans showed her beautifully shaped ass and she definitely showed it off to the hot girl at …

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Home

I wrote a poem about the home that I've been dreaming about for the past few months. The place I plan on staying by myself and feeling the most comfort. Home where tea is overflowing and coziness is one step away we're soft music will fill the silence we're the only troubling voices are your …