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I savor sweet sips of nectar from your moisten lips, sliding my hands down your voluptuous hips. I squeeze them firmly as you feel my siz..

Food for thought...

Sort of a bedtime story for children..I am certainly out of my comfort zone with this..

Blood shot eyes, dark distant and disillusioned. serrated strips of aching flesh where his heart once beating, now silenced by insidious mirth. T..

Perpetuating sadness, I dream of sorrow no happy endings insight fortomorrow. Heartache and misery suc..

Contrived from fact abstracted from fiction, no modern day miracle can cure this addiction. Dreary day’s blackest of nights, hearts pounding..

I cry for every broken heart unaccounted.I fight for every personal attack that’s been surmounted. I comfort those who are wear..

Thoughts to ponder...

Passion flower abandoned soul, waning skies nadir. Implausible oasis prolific, exhausted isolation summons ..

I’ll hold you through times of despair if ever you feel that life is unfair. I’ll be your guiding light when you..