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Even more beautiful when flustered. Brush the hair from your face. Your eyes glisten more brightly. Am I wrong my sweet ? I have nothing to encumber me. I have been set free. Am I wrong ? My dear,  there are many parts to me. Inquire within. You are beautiful from arms reach. Lucky man who owns the key. Please forgive me for any indiscretion. I am a man no more no less. Your aura it intoxicates me And I desire your burning flesh Your carnal nubility. Your spirittual energy it whispers Tenderly as your eyes linger,longer.my heart skips, the pounding in my ears grows stronger. So again I pose the question Am I wrong ?
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
Letter to A Mar-tian Princess
Even more beautiful when flustered. Brush the hair from your face. Your eyes glisten more brightly. Am I wrong my sweet ? I have nothing to encumber me. I have been set free. Am I wrong ? My dear,  there are many parts to me. Inquire within. You are beautiful from arms reach. Lucky man who owns the key. Please forgive me for any indiscretion. I am a man no more no less. Your aura it intoxicates me And I desire your burning flesh Your carnal nubility. Your spirittual energy it whispers Tenderly as your eyes linger,longer.my heart skips, the pounding in my ears grows stronger. So again I pose the question Am I wrong ?
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
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