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Rising from the womb of the Earth something is being stirred inside me. Could there be anything more sensually satisfying than a stew laced with the romance of crushed roses? Slowly, wrapping around my tongue, savouring each bite, I feast with each nibble peppered heat spiced with the woody caress of cinnamon; An invitation to pause in pleasure Soft apricots pulsing with sweet nectar explode with the essence of The Goddess sending a wave of warm bliss into the cauldron of my belly. Satiated, tasting the last kiss of Summers rich harvest, I rest.
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Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
Last Kiss of Summer
Rising from the womb of the Earth something is being stirred inside me. Could there be anything more sensually satisfying than a stew laced with the romance of crushed roses? Slowly, wrapping around my tongue, savouring each bite, I feast with each nibble peppered heat spiced with the woody caress of cinnamon; An invitation to pause in pleasure Soft apricots pulsing with sweet nectar explode with the essence of The Goddess sending a wave of warm bliss into the cauldron of my belly. Satiated, tasting the last kiss of Summers rich harvest, I rest.
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Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
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