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Jan 2017
He played instrument with my heart, I knew right away that he was mine.
A creature with such hunger in his eyes, devoured my soul.
Skin as soft as the inside of a rose...he bloomed right before my eyes.
He had to be mine.

He whispered in my ears, sweet seduction and on shaky breath I gasp for more. A day, a night... a lifetime without him was impossible to imagine, I just wasn't sure.

He strode with such confidence, and like ice I melted. An exquisite creature so intense. I sang songs of love, of passion, of such grace, oh I longed to see his face.

We broke dawn together, In his arms I lay... wishing I could have him each and everyday. His heart I refused to lose, he was my muse.

S.B
Livia-savage Reign
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Livia-savage Reign  Kingston, Jamaica
(Kingston, Jamaica)   
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   witchy woman
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