What became of me?
Stripped of my identity
Grief engulfed my soul
Where is the girl of old?
Was I simply existing
Inside a well formed shell?
No-one new my weaknesses,
No-one could tell.
What became of me?
Stripped of my identity
When you came to me
I was oh, so happy
You left me feeling hijacked
And my world was shattered through
Now I’ve lost my confidence
And lies became the truth.
What became of me?
Stripped of my identity.
I’ve become so sad
Thinking of what I could have had
I must learn to live with this
Yesterday’s girl non-existent
Now I have to get to know
The me I really ought to show
I’m living with a stranger in my head.
What became of me?
Now I see that I am free
Welcome in the new
And start to become truer to myself

What? You need healing?
You are the kind of person
Who can heal herself!

Contemplating meaning
       known paths seceding
into an abyss
       of what could be

Then all at once
The heavens became empty
And as dark as the void
From which God created them
And I knew in my soul
The era of mankind had ended
Yet the faithful remained
To watch the nothingness unfold
And the stars die out
From the eternity spoke a truth
As unseen hands shaped a world
That was always meant to be
"Let there be light."

French kisses in the deepest places, pressing deeply into flesh, moist and trembling, lost in heaven

Twisting and turning my body into every direction, hungry for more of my quivering slick heat



I am submissive to all this pleasure - wanting and needing all given
I am silk against your body, growing moist beneath your fingers, sinking hands into the wet fresh Earth

You leave nothing uncharted, crossing and retreating into the deeper parts of my being

Heat ignites in time with rhythm, our bodies making music only naturally following a secret beat



We become nature undulating water, your hands digging into my Venus, pulling me towards the voracious heat - thrusting deeper

In the most blinding white heat ever known, our bodies meshed together going towards the unknown abyss, then  f



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                                       l, exhausted, in unbearable pleasure

We have surrendered to death only to resurrect and live again

Si c’est comment il est, je le veux pour toujours