*More Clover Dreams Yon Night Hungering A Curve Rich*
Heavens open a hand over curvaceousness embracing land as wand of stars spread away and scintillate the vale hidden near I sense clover sleeping there and our chart lain waiting into spires chaining stem of navel through air (My love splays snowy trace warmly 'cross mine flutters shaping breasts... Sign in to see full entry.