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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2016 Jul 13 Comment on this Work [[2016.07.13.05.17.9326]] |
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Leather skirt, long thighs, skinny beauty writhing disjointedly, with mountains shaking and hips calling (perfectly), gracefully, sensually. temptingly. You climb the music and grind the soul of Twilight, you won't go down into the dark, you won't wake from this dream. I won't abandon, I don't forsake if you're of a morally sound constitution; I'd do anything to keep you sleeping without worry. I would miss you as no other could if you are the one who can stand even when everything else has fallen down. The miracle worker on the ocean and in the tombs of this little slice of the Milky Way: I'd take your breasts and your ribs, your peaks and valleys into my version of humanity I'd let my fingers roam over every part of your body until I understood every beautiful dip and every imperceptibly wrinkling inch of your skin. I'd find my way out of this self-imposed silence for the zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones. |