Bathing in bodily love set on a heart's spin cycle.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The humidity of lust
hangs on desires dripping, the heat of attraction runs high on the mind being wet. For dry is the heart that is blanketed.
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1 Review Added on November 24, 2017 Last Updated on November 24, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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