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He makes my caged bird flutter
Feel the rapid, beating wings
Pulsing rhythms of desire
That this bird shall never sing
See reflections of the fire
Burning in familiar pools
Where the heat shall not expire
And the flames are his to use
Feel the rapid, beating wings
Pulsing rhythms of desire
That this bird shall never sing
See reflections of the fire
Burning in familiar pools
Where the heat shall not expire
And the flames are his to use
Published 29th Jan 2012
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29th Jan 2012 5:43pm
As your heart races for him; beating faster and faster. Only to arouse you with in until you are roaring to go from you female rose. Beautifully wrote and meaning full. Porno kills the artwork. You captured it with Picassco! Kudos my friend.
