I see the most beautiful bed straight ahead, my body tingles with such delight just at its' sight I walk into this magic land with reality just at hand above me is a ceiling of greens, yellows and hints of brown my face is smiling, no frowns to be found I walk up to my resting place I take of my... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is like a beautiful breeze on a hot summer day kissing every inch of your glorious body. C.Lovett. Blessed Be.
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