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eyes of rumbling fire when she looks at me with that burning desire I walk the distance and bathe in flames for a while. lips of thundering waterfalls when she beckons to me with those Parthenopean calls I swim the distance and dance in waves for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me skin of icy winds and hailstorm when I look at her with a thirst to take in her form she glides the distance and I drink her in for a while. hair of dark shadow and stone when I talk to her with trembling voice and tone she strides the distance and I steady myself for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me hands of red and teeth of white when she kisses me with a hunger so full of spite she cuts the distance and I give myself for a while. cries of pain and howls of delight when I kiss her with an ordinary, yet ravaging bite I cleave the distance and she becomes ravished for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me leaves no room for the scavengers
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Parthenopean songs and ordinary exceptionalism
eyes of rumbling fire when she looks at me with that burning desire I walk the distance and bathe in flames for a while. lips of thundering waterfalls when she beckons to me with those Parthenopean calls I swim the distance and dance in waves for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me skin of icy winds and hailstorm when I look at her with a thirst to take in her form she glides the distance and I drink her in for a while. hair of dark shadow and stone when I talk to her with trembling voice and tone she strides the distance and I steady myself for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me hands of red and teeth of white when she kisses me with a hunger so full of spite she cuts the distance and I give myself for a while. cries of pain and howls of delight when I kiss her with an ordinary, yet ravaging bite I cleave the distance and she becomes ravished for a while. the way she claims me and gives herself to me leaves no room for the scavengers
Xororoth
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33/Romania
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
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