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StillUndecided
Over 90 days ago
Pan Female
0 miles · United Kingdom

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
In our future much fucking
For me and you

A kiss and a nuzzle
A stroke and a snuggle
Then panting and moaning
And all things a blur
Aha! It is up! (Many thank yous Spritey)

And thank you to anyone who has read it so far smile
I'm actually not that far off 150, I'm at about 130, thank you to everyone that has helped me over the years. I'll get more written eventually when I have something to write about
I've already told you Happy Birthday in the other places I have you, but, Happy Birthday to the sweetest Peanut I know. Love you always. Turtle xxxx
Fantastic Brit (of course, this doesn't do justice to her but I have two words, sooooo........)
I had only ever seen him live once on his Higher Truth Tour. He was excellent. Really shocked me finding this out.
What on earth? Even my stuff is there.

O.O

And it certainly wasn't designed to look like this

Musicians play music, They write, love and breathe music, Music that people listen to, Words that people hear, Music and melodies that they love and breathe. Musicians, Play music to those with quiet hearts, Write it for them, Love it with them, Breathe it with them. People, With quiet hearts, Don't always have the words to say, To show their love, Music is their medium. Musicians, Sometimes have quiet hearts, They are poets, Have tortured souls, Usually. I have a quiet heart, But I write lyrics, I sing melodies, I play the music that you listen to, Music to soothe your quiet heart. I have a quiet heart, Yet a loud voice, Strong words, That come easily, To you. My quiet heart, Loves someone, My music, Tells the tale, Will my Quiet Heart prevail?
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Fuelling our passion's fires,
Burning chaotic with our desires,
Take me,
Tease me,
Enchant and please me,
Let night and day never cease,
But roll as one
As do under the covers.
But what we are carries over betwixt bed and life,
For we are one,
We are us,
You and I.
In this, our special place,
We make new memories,
Though old still remain
Crowded in my brain,
I now allow you in.

You hold me close in darkest night,
You make my cry in lust,
But one thing I know most of all,
Not to lose you is a must.
And from which I wish not to flee,
Thine arms of safety and warmth,
Thine love excelling,
Thine love propelling us into another warmth.

Pray, tell me how long this will last,
Pray, do not tell me at all,
For I live in the moment,
The moment liveth in me,
Together we shall be free
I was deeply saddened when I heard this earlier, I still am. I would have loved to meet her, she was such a talent.

Beat me on the bottom with the Woman's Weekly.