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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.

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 9/16/2016 2:22:00 PM

Ah Rachel St Croix, oui? If you were old, and in your 70's, I'd call you un vieux macreau.:) But you are young, a hopeless romantic, leaning heavily towards erotic eccentric-ism.:) Bonne chasse et bonne chance! Can never figure out if you are a she, or a he? Regardless, keep well and stay happy! Mikki