Monday, February 14, 2005
Love Craft
We meet as strangers knowing messages of thought pass through I am myself, a woman supple form and willing love What you will is my desire to be that which cools your fire speak what is and that I am molded perfect by your design An image crafted from images made right and wrong remembered program my thoughts to echo your own perfection in thought and form You’ll get fulfillment of fantasies ecstacy in similarity no strife, nor confusion nor complaint of mine your will is my design I love you...
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