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on longing
Contributed by
HJShreeve
on
Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 08:05:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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Feel my longing. It drips from each pore.
Tight black on pale skin, Makes skin so crisp and white Flawless beauty, It beckons me to bite, taste, drown My Sea knows no shore.
Pale, Soft, Blonde, No longer offends me.
I have yearned for you, Since i first smelt your sweet scent. I forget you are merely a child.
I am a tortured old dog, You are the cage that keeps me.
Copyright ©
HJShreeve
... [
2012-05-07 08:05:15] (Date/Time posted on
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