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Fingers led down your back nails biting into your skin as your masochism arises with your pheromones a sweet delight amidst the incense, the c..

Eye to eye I thought I felt your soul cry out its sorrow in emerald waves of pain. Lips to lips your sweet, exotic kiss softened the mood ..

I can see peace stars and the shards of the past broken vessels of what I once was. Yet now I have the strength to pick up those pieces ..

Bright blue hair anger at the mother who refuses to bring her fresh clothes Get out of my room she says with tears in her eyes with feelings ..

Merci for sharing your scent and sense with me Take my baby's smooth, soft skin to silk I am your daughter too now In the cradle basket ..

Say yes, oui, oui to me and my ladies monsieurs. We speak the language of Love. Plush velvet pillows and the Goddess touch. A kiddie p..

Could it be you are the One that I have been waiting on A mind like a steel trap Quips and snips that make me laugh A lover true with decade..

We tread our thoughts upon the pages in hazy summer days gazes along the shore. We tread our thoughts upon the pages amongst autumn's scarle..

We sang the scent of sandalwood a musky, manly fragrance divine to ripen up the mind. We sang the scent of lavendar an odor so profound to o..

We danced the color green today amidst the grass, the hay within the cornfields Oh so tall with a dear kiss this spectacle was sealed. We da..