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I build myself but She hands me the tools with hard worked hands of a sensual warrior. She does not abuse them But plucks strings harmoniously to cast a spell of peace and tranquillity She; the apple catches my eye In the midst of a storm and steadies me Her eloquence a spirit that guides me gently back down to Earth Where her tender chest absorbs me in sweetness as I mould into she who nurtures my soul With intimacy
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Apple of my eye
I build myself but She hands me the tools with hard worked hands of a sensual warrior. She does not abuse them But plucks strings harmoniously to cast a spell of peace and tranquillity She; the apple catches my eye In the midst of a storm and steadies me Her eloquence a spirit that guides me gently back down to Earth Where her tender chest absorbs me in sweetness as I mould into she who nurtures my soul With intimacy
My heart speaking it's truth for the only woman I'll ever see. My love for her, so deep I didn't believe in its existence. She helps me grow and I am truly lucky <3.
talialialia
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
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