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25-04-22
I shudder at the very thought of what you may do with me.
What tantalising ideas of such pleasure and oh how your breath, would wound my very soul.
Hands glaze upon untouched peaks and hills.
Entangled together so delicately, so masterfully.
Dictated by nature itself.
What tantalising ideas of such pleasure and oh how your breath, would wound my very soul.
Hands glaze upon untouched peaks and hills.
Entangled together so delicately, so masterfully.
Dictated by nature itself.
Published 24th Aug 2023
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