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May 2015
Her eyes flicker down
behind the candlelight
Long flowing hair cover half of her face
a sight you simply
can't replace.
Her perfume lingers
smells that are delightfully ******
we touch fingers and
my mind goes psychotic.
she plays very well
from her taste
i can tell.
an angel?
a devil?image1.JPG
either way
i'll beg to her level.
Written by
Emperor King Brett  Middle Earth
(Middle Earth)   
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