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Under the flowering moon Your naked body lies Bound to the lunars tendrils Tethering to your skins ambiance Fingeringly scalinging the motions of your body Following your soulful extractions Silver lights incarnate driven passion O' woman, woman of the moon Of the night, of darkness Dance with me Dance the dance of love, Of the heart, of passion, Of Desires stowed deep within the mind Beneath the woven fabric of a feral night Entwined within the stitches silver aura These stars our only witness As the darkness spreads it's clinching grasp Plunging our passions into carnal chaos Watching the heavy rise and fall of your chest The echoes of your hearts breath in my mind The chemical passion of our physical bodies Consumes the desires of our flesh Shadows contouring to the night The sweet nectar of your lips An everlasting enticement to mine Darkly decadent sensations pressing on Only as creatures within can conjure Elegantly crafting and artistically formulated These darkest nights memoirs Sated with our own designs Unrelenting and intoxicating Addicting and compounding
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
la Luna de la Hermosa
Under the flowering moon Your naked body lies Bound to the lunars tendrils Tethering to your skins ambiance Fingeringly scalinging the motions of your body Following your soulful extractions Silver lights incarnate driven passion O' woman, woman of the moon Of the night, of darkness Dance with me Dance the dance of love, Of the heart, of passion, Of Desires stowed deep within the mind Beneath the woven fabric of a feral night Entwined within the stitches silver aura These stars our only witness As the darkness spreads it's clinching grasp Plunging our passions into carnal chaos Watching the heavy rise and fall of your chest The echoes of your hearts breath in my mind The chemical passion of our physical bodies Consumes the desires of our flesh Shadows contouring to the night The sweet nectar of your lips An everlasting enticement to mine Darkly decadent sensations pressing on Only as creatures within can conjure Elegantly crafting and artistically formulated These darkest nights memoirs Sated with our own designs Unrelenting and intoxicating Addicting and compounding
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
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