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Her shades by candle light
Flicker set, upon her milk white form
diaphanous her curves
stanchion of passions rise
embraced, in privacy of bliss
Consuming all, with abandoned cries
the crescendo, played, emotions harps
willing strings to tease
ejaculation's fireworks of night
The Orient Express in opulence,
journey till its brought to rest
diaphanous her curves
stanchion of passions rise
embraced, in privacy of bliss
Consuming all, with abandoned cries
the crescendo, played, emotions harps
willing strings to tease
ejaculation's fireworks of night
The Orient Express in opulence,
journey till its brought to rest
Published 14th Jul 2021
| Edited 16th Jul 2021
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14th Jul 2021 6:14pm
The last line brought back memories of a trip on the orient express from Karlschruhe, Germany to Budapest, Hungary.
14th Jul 2021 7:30pm
I have no idea where I found the last lines, but i think they filled the brief. But what a wonderful memory to cherish: envy
