I wanna do this sexy creature soo bad!
FRIENDS
- beautifulend24, Female
- brain-fart24, Male
- briguy4324, Male
- Britt6922, Female
- Chilean25, Female
- iNtRoDuCtion24, Female
- jblf224, Male
- madox23, Male
- MATTINAHAT25, Male
- mikado26, Female
- .roma.25, Female
- SexiDancer23, Female
RECENT ALBUMS
Imported Pictures
September 08, 2008These are pictures Nexopia has moved into the gallery when we updated our picture system.
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BASICS
| Height: | 179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6') |
| Weight: | 83 Kg - 86 Kg (181 lbs - 190 lbs) |
| Birthday: | May 06, 1987 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Single |
| Location: | St. Albert, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada |
| Profile Updated: | 06:39pm | Dec 16, '09 |
| Last Active: | 05:33pm | Mar 19, '09 |
INTERESTS
UNTITLED
I wanna do this sexy creature soo bad!
UNTITLED
After how many minutes can I say, "Hello do you want to do with the sex please?"
ODE TO ME
That seems such a self-evident thing -- that I, that we, are alive----and yet , too often, I fear, we easily forget the importance of that simple fact. It is so easy to forget that you are truly alive, or atleast , to appreciate that you are truly alive, that every sunrise is yours to view and every sunset is yours to enjoy.
And all those hours in between, and all those hours after dusk, are yours to make of what you will.
It is easy to miss the possibility that every person who crosses your path can become and event or memory, good or bad, to fill in the hours with experience instead of tedium, to break the monotony of the passing moments.Those wasted moments, those hours of sameness, of routine, are the enemy, I say, are little stretches of death within the moments of life
And all those hours in between, and all those hours after dusk, are yours to make of what you will.
It is easy to miss the possibility that every person who crosses your path can become and event or memory, good or bad, to fill in the hours with experience instead of tedium, to break the monotony of the passing moments.Those wasted moments, those hours of sameness, of routine, are the enemy, I say, are little stretches of death within the moments of life