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Temporal Incarnation of Aphrodite Act One

Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee to abduct me with no cause to up braid natural temptation found temptation commanding from divine dada disobeyed Earthbound Olympian of love, now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade a natural bed of soft earthy, downy canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid and maybe nine months later, a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet homage will be paid in which human guise paramour doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade into dreamland such desire does in vade. Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh especially erogenous zones administered by this imaginary mistress sin seductive tones thru this private line, but no other phones triggering mine little rolling stones to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones. A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span. Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day as the differences between myself and august dweller on high establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky. Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril that imperceptibly flare a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear from being buck-naked bare.

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