| Your Souls fire By. Karla W. Pritchett |
I long to touch your soul to taste the sacredness of you a love so pure, sublime, serene... A dream contempuous of time. Come to me, and wrap me up in endless dreams, caresses sweet with gentleness and joy. My aching heart, filled with desire, would gladly soar through time and space just to dissolve in your embrace once more... and melt into your souls sweet fire. |
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