She Became Our Evermore Her, Wedded Wife
Albeit, afore their stars were borne
My Love....
There was never a doubt, that your beauty
Would become my heart's deepest desire..Soulmate.
Crossing her crowded room; our eyes engaged your kissing
Her lips with love's, joyful breast swelling, nipples your smile, then,
She turns to bend in yes, fragrance ...Yours, in electric showers orgasmic, dreams.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2016
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