We all hold the key to existence in our minds.
Without experience, there is no existence
With a faint whisper, a subtle touch
We unlock the existing experience
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My Lips
My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have see...
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If I sat quietly inside my mind, I might be able to pinpoint the absolute. If I stir up the passions and beauty of all that I feel, I could... -
Dancing naked in the moonlight, swallowed in forever. Feel the music build a wall of passion around us. Lust collides, and dreams roll int... -
I found my voice! I really found it! The clarity of it all came to me, not in a dream, not in a note, from within me. The power of my ...
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