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Written by: Piquet Tag(s): Gothic Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsaking the heavens, They sail for a while Close to a heart - all knowing, Close to a soul of flame, As the breezes caress you And the seas speak your name. But who knows your sadness And the thorn of your eye, Your laughter, your passion And your heartrending sigh, Or how your petals of velvet Glisten with dew, When pleasure and fury, Are surging in you? Who lusts for your kisses, And thirsts for your touch? Who keeps all your secrets And needs you so much? I ask you enchantress As I fall to the ground; Wounded and wanton; By love for you downed. The sun is my ally, The stars are my kin The breezes all hear me The seas share my sin; We want you, we fear you, Without you we die, But of all who desire you None loves you like I! 1 You might like one of the following stories: Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Three(<10 minutes)Diary Daddy daughter son mom Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Two(<10 minutes)Diary Daddy daughter son mom Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter One(<10 minutes)Diary Mom dad son daughter incest Working From Home(17 minutes)Fiction - Consensual Sex, Male / Female, Office, Oral Sex Sophie is Matt’s boss. Both are shy, socially awkward, both love fucking, both are lonely and horny House Party(20 minutes)Fiction - Cock & ball torture, Consensual Sex, Female Domination, Hardcore, Torture, Violence, Written by women “I’m sorry, m-ma’am,” he managed to hiss through gritted teeth. He didn’t try to touch her again - partially out of masochistic, horny fear, and partially because the subtle rubbing together of his wrists and the way his belt moved on his skin told him he’d been bound behind his back. | ||||