I Believe That Words Are Powerful
There is something in the Essence of love. The gentle sway of blooms stealing our breath. Her gentle perfume captivating our aura. Her unfiltered nectar protected by a soft flutter of wings.
Her song beckoning our hearts closer. One desires to reach out and pluck her. To steal her away from wandering eyes of lust. To taste her honey for a lifetime.
Oh, what if you only had three midsummer days?
Love is the kiss of graceful wings. Love never withers or demands. Love carresses my belly releasing its seed. Love transcends all dimensions.
Love grows every minute, her stamina unfurls its secrets. Love, with her velvet landscape grows in my womb. Beyond three midsummer nights, beyond our dreams, and beyond the beat of our hearts.
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Her song beckoning our hearts closer. One desires to reach out and pluck her. To steal her away from wandering eyes of lust. To taste her honey for a lifetime.
Oh, what if you only had three midsummer days?
Love is the kiss of graceful wings. Love never withers or demands. Love carresses my belly releasing its seed. Love transcends all dimensions.
Love grows every minute, her stamina unfurls its secrets. Love, with her velvet landscape grows in my womb. Beyond three midsummer nights, beyond our dreams, and beyond the beat of our hearts.
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51-55, F
