He let me believe I was free
He made peace with it all.
I had a dream, and then he left again.
No one will know what you hold inside.
Allowed to shadow your former self
Dreams will come but will not hold you.
You are the dream in living color
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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