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My fiercest desire. Is to get lost in your sapphire eyes, Exult in your flowing golden hair, until I'm breathless with longing. Your smell. That speaks of sage-filled plains, scorching suns, and quenching rains. Rugged arms around me, hearts synchronized in beating. The female weakness, that yearns for the virile touch of that chosen one. Two lost souls, that have finally found each other, following a trail of silver tears and shattered illusions...
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
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My fiercest desire. Is to get lost in your sapphire eyes, Exult in your flowing golden hair, until I'm breathless with longing. Your smell. That speaks of sage-filled plains, scorching suns, and quenching rains. Rugged arms around me, hearts synchronized in beating. The female weakness, that yearns for the virile touch of that chosen one. Two lost souls, that have finally found each other, following a trail of silver tears and shattered illusions...
isabel-bonilla
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
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