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My pillows are filled with memories of soft whispers. That sound oh so sweet. I hear laughter down the hall beckoning with the dance and flicker of golden light. I imagine your hands gliding across limb and back, wooing me with pleasures one could get lost in. I would love to lay my head beside yours. I’d hold on so tight that I lose myself in you. Yet there are things to be done, promises I must keep.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Promises
My pillows are filled with memories of soft whispers. That sound oh so sweet. I hear laughter down the hall beckoning with the dance and flicker of golden light. I imagine your hands gliding across limb and back, wooing me with pleasures one could get lost in. I would love to lay my head beside yours. I’d hold on so tight that I lose myself in you. Yet there are things to be done, promises I must keep.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
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