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Nov 2017
It’s tempting almost taunting how it lays waiting to be touched

Forbidden but almost permissioned to be grazed it’s a daunting rush

Is this a test is this a reward decisions I wish not to choose

The intellect, whit, and wisdom can’t save me from the destruction I’m bout to choose

Your glow, your power, & mystery is the scent of pollen to a worker bee

I’m caught trynna figure what’s what it’s  almost worth to see

It’s like a man has your body and I your heart so who’s worth more him or me

It’s almost to tempting to walk away not knowing curiosity left astray

Criminal to an artistic mind believing even chaotic body has a beauties face

Enough I’ll touch it the lights start to flicker

The rumble from the ground I can feel the earth start to shiver

In a flash happiness and pain don’t exist

But not for nothing...

At least we all got to see the effects when you push the RED BUTTON!
Reign
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Reign  M/Nc
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     kim, Elizabeth Squires, Nylee and Toriana
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