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When Worlds Collide

Lying naked atop her bed, her pure white dove.. A string of black feathers strung, across her breast Gently her soft fingers, caressing, her flower so fragrant Eyes of want gazing deeply into my own; her beauty, my love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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