What dreams may come
Invisible finger the hand of fate Finds you and lingers to agitate From without to within that whispered smile Caressing your soul... at least for a while. Passion building so hard to control An aphrodisiac for your soul Skin is tingling... a feathery touch Yearning, wanting, needing so much. Waking your body with carnal desire Playing your mind, stoking the fire Incredible feeling......Read On
Added: 15 Jan 2010 | Category: Supernatural |
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