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to fall in the moon light.
her eyes glow green with envy for my words but I carry none with me except for those that lie with passion,
her mouth lies dry with the worthiness of a fresh kiss witch I had plenty,
here hair lies on the grasses with the freshness and feel of satin,
on her neck is the freshest fragrance of her favorite perfume mixed with her beating sweat for what's to come next,
and on her body is a silver lining of cloth covering only what's needed to be seen in the moon night,
and as we felt each others touch with every so sinfully feel of skin till the moon light became the beauty of day.
her mouth lies dry with the worthiness of a fresh kiss witch I had plenty,
here hair lies on the grasses with the freshness and feel of satin,
on her neck is the freshest fragrance of her favorite perfume mixed with her beating sweat for what's to come next,
and on her body is a silver lining of cloth covering only what's needed to be seen in the moon night,
and as we felt each others touch with every so sinfully feel of skin till the moon light became the beauty of day.
Published 29th Apr 2013
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