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By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella svenska Date: 2005 Sep 25 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.25.21.47.17936]] |
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Shivers surge through me into every ounce of my flesh Slow, burning desire aching, begging my soul beckons you welcomes you I love to hear your breath as we become breathless my hair, my face, my body my ego all caressed by your tender touch I fall asleep in your arms safe blissful real your voice the catalyst my imagination wild |