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Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...
Sweep the leg, Bobby.

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
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Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.
Cradle your waking urges to post drivel in your arms and then hug them back to sleep.

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Cradle of Filth.....

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
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Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.
Blow, blow, ye western wind … Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Cradle her...



Cradle her, friend... "Christ that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again." -Sixteenth Century, Soldier Poet Unknown. Cradle her.
Oh man I thought this was about a phone.....forget it.

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Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Oh man I thought this was about a phone.....forget it.

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I thought this was going to be about cradle robbers...people who steal cradles.

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Originally posted by Raven69
I thought this was going to be about cradle robbers...people who steal cradles.
What does that have to do with "her"?

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Originally posted by daniel58
What does that have to do with "her"?
Raven is the "her" who steals cradles.

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Originally posted by Red Night
Blow, blow, ye western wind … Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.
Blow, ye west-central wench ... Christ, you look hot in my arms tonite; in the bed with me, again. I lust for you Catherine. That your sweet lips down might go. To blow me again.

-updated for the 21st century, by SwissGambit ®

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Originally posted by SwissGambit
Blow, ye west-central wench ... Christ, you look hot in my arms tonite; in the bed with me, again. I lust for you Catherine. That your sweet lips down might go. To blow me again.

-updated for the 21st century, by SwissGambit ®
got picy !?!

GRANNY.

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Originally posted by Raven69
I thought this was going to be about cradle robbers...people who steal cradles.
i thought it was much kinkier