You were the stuff of moonbeams Peaches of ripeness tasting sweeter in the thrall of dreams In anticipation where I stood wasting as moments held a shivering emotion. And you became warmth to caress The flowing tides of a secret ocean and I remember your request. 'Hold me gently in your arms'. I... Sign in to see full entry.
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