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Jan 2010
Seems my mouth has created again,
thoughts of passions and crimes of sin.

The very pleasures that play the keys
to all my desires and wish to be's,

have become our own prophecies!

It appears what it is however it is not,
still the ripples of anticipation run hot.

The aura surrounding is milky thick,
yet the arousal source was a mere pick,

purposeful and complex,  complete to  trick!

I must say that the approach was titillating,
engaging in delusions of our amusements waiting.

Seems the temptation is a mind boggle
the decision and time we continued to toggle.

The dissection to tamper at bits of the  soul  
and manage the passions, they stay in control.

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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   JR Macfadden
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