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Hold on
Yes this is it, that mushroom hill of thought, where the plug to the drug is human, where our periodic table bodies will concur and cocoon like a rainbow looped around in grape shaped salt sweat pearling towards your pores, with a silk web type strolling vindictively leaving traces of your energy, as I will sap each part of your body position like gutter yes i can feel you rain, so
this body will weather the storm, lament of your body earthness cloud you in desire, blow your soil skin in tempest shots isolating your quivers at each lip lift,
shift your Aura towards the four corners of this celestial posture, mouth orbit thy neck in anticipation of that attachment curse,
that lip teeth enchantment drawing life making certain that lust consumes even your breathing erges,
back up trust me on this listen tonight in my arms I have you indigo child hidden in the meadows of man a crest of ease, with softness that grieves tears that have become altars for bees so unintentionally sweet,
kind in thy life treats crown this cosmic carbon flash in your wetness of flowing picnic its parting and milking a way to form thy galaxy altarer, please give me what I need to star in your altar, yes She in her costume masking her nakedness in the formless glass movements of her hips, please hold on cunt you hear my tongue wants to heed your call,
Wait let me tell you more.....
this body will weather the storm, lament of your body earthness cloud you in desire, blow your soil skin in tempest shots isolating your quivers at each lip lift,
shift your Aura towards the four corners of this celestial posture, mouth orbit thy neck in anticipation of that attachment curse,
that lip teeth enchantment drawing life making certain that lust consumes even your breathing erges,
back up trust me on this listen tonight in my arms I have you indigo child hidden in the meadows of man a crest of ease, with softness that grieves tears that have become altars for bees so unintentionally sweet,
kind in thy life treats crown this cosmic carbon flash in your wetness of flowing picnic its parting and milking a way to form thy galaxy altarer, please give me what I need to star in your altar, yes She in her costume masking her nakedness in the formless glass movements of her hips, please hold on cunt you hear my tongue wants to heed your call,
Wait let me tell you more.....
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