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your vulnerable love transcends
crossing oceans of time as it whispers to me ~soon, so very soon~ upon a fragile, warm mist love descends hearing my sighs, it begins to surround my being gently brushing its desire against my calling sliding into my aura consuming my skin as it slowly swallows my soul cleaving wholeness my hands become yours upon my loins breath submits and shallows as our bathing begins mind is strong and sees your reflection around, beside, beneathe above and inside caressing my erotic words undressing my thoughts making love to my mind, as your hands make love to my flesh my mind, your hands your mind, my hands one soul, always but one soul! `T. Imaan Tretchicovmancova |
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