Grief tangles around, entering at will and without warning.
Strength deserts me in the most inopportune times.
Power drains from my entire being, leaving me alone.
Sadness sweeps in surrounding shadows encasing me.
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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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Dancing naked in the moonlight, swallowed in forever. Feel the music build a wall of passion around us. Lust collides, and dreams roll int... -
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... -
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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