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Apr 2015
His smile is like the wind of a mystical dream
Playing each harmony on a grand piano in Beethovens honor
Touching my ever fiber with his breathe upon my chest, my heart races to become intangled in his population
Ravenous passion rains upon my world as his ****** weakens my knees, moaning in rythem alongside spontaneous movement
Caressing tender thoughts written on my lips only for his desire to see, he tastes my most inner secrets
Revealing my body's pleasure inch by inch, his touch consoles the fire within my soul.
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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