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Bunnie45 Junior Member
since 1999-07-03
Posts 13bedford |
You feel with what your fingertips Would brush, with cocked brow Ravishing over painted lips. You feel with what your gazing eyes Would see, with stolen glances Among the starlit skies. It was you, at every turn, with your soft heated breath enflames desires in which I yearn It was you beneath the night Skies who molded flesh against Flesh becoming my guiding light. 99 ------------------ Pam Smith |
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