Your eyes are not portals to your soulThey are not some archaic metaphysical equationAncient mathematicians formulated to confoundThey are pastures fo..
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the night is long and passion shortyou lift your breasts, nudge down your skirtyou take a drag and then a sipthe fire sizzles on your lipsin this dim ..