Topic: Soul’s Twisting Passion | |
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Edited by
brwnkimba
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Mon 10/31/11 02:39 PM
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Honey caramel skin softer than red rose petal, heart’s sweeter than pink cotton candy.
Mystery shades her past & that’s cool I’ve no need knowing current or forgotten fancies. 1st glance got me sober, vastly passionate such a devilish innocence I can’t contest. We dance & she takes over, backs it up against me must profess I didn’t protest. She’s regal radiance island flare down home sensibilities flowing wisps of black hair. Artistic & mystic in motion like Snake Plissken heavy misty morning but we didn’t care. 2 holding court in our soul’s twisting passion up like taffy shaping forever memories. U told stories of different worlds you’ve seen painting pictures with hypnotic chemistry. Her touch is such a respite for this misfit, befitting a head & chest with tiaras & trinkets. Implausible kindness Imperial Highness my services to you alone I willfully relinquish. So distinguished hotter than the month after spring gets the ruckus she always brings this. Can’t believe I feel so capricious she’s got me on some let me rush and get a ring $hit. No ordinary fling this I could tell from go what we have had a flare of something unique. Learned things about myself I thought I knew adding intellect to her dazzling mystique. At closer peak infatuation becomes fascination transfixed by a smile that just won’t quit. Intertwined at heart level lady leaves I disheveled dancing in fire naked as she so wished. |
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Nice to read you again..
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