as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses, moisten honey pit,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
till every thought intrudes,
reminds of this.
Don
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