Ignite my fire, for my true essence burns fiercely from within, For only then, will I lay bare my insecurities in complete submission before you. Pluck away at my womb strings, do it gently. Have me, and have me once more...
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PHIRE says: Now I'm Left here...Wanting more |
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bluedichotomy says: <3 |
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KingQadarDwon' says: Groovy |
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hymnagen says: I dig your inner voice. Looking forward to your follow ups! |
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bluedichotomy says: Thanks guys for being so inviting ;-) |
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Te'ArraPoetry says: Beautiful! |
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RonnieL says: Dope...okay...adding u as one of my favs! |
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