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The stars tried to burn me as i laid steeped in desire dreams of where your hands would be how your breath would feel on my skin the way your body would feel pressed against mine. Visions of our movements looping in my mind sheets whispering softly against my writhing body beginning to stick from passions heat. The moon lighting my skin casting a sheen of of illumination in answer to the stars burning light. Body spent and aching for more slumber washed over me stealing my fantasy
and planting a garden of dreams. ( tt 07.02.04 ) |
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