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Aug 2015
What a beautiful fiend
That crept upon my sleeping form
To ****** a heart not fully formed

What a vicious tyrant
To take what I was not ready to give
Stealing in cruel dealing my love

With her precious lips
Full red and ready for a kiss
With her fulsome chests
And her eyes afire with an emerald quality

What a mean sprite to slip through the night
Making me desirous of her touch
Making me long to hear her musical voice

Hair afire long and exploding free
For my pleasure and mine alone to see
What a gift she chose to give to me

For when with nimble fingers
She did deftly burglar my heart
This paragon of desire plucked her own
And laid it gently in my sleeping hands
Written by
Graff1980  39/M/Litchfield Illinois
(39/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
     Graff1980, ryn and Kelley A Vinal
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