ee punye…

Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

Mutual Feelings

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 7:45 am on Friday, March 14, 2008

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our love mutual deep
we have no secrets or lies to keep
bodies feel pleasure complete
sacrificing your entire heart to me
you give so unselfishly
making me feel your love divine
the sensations going on consistantly
our bodies into one entity
numerous positions forever wet inside
we make love forever in time
your body and my body beautiful eyes
overwhelming feelings words can never describe
the love in your heart and in mine
memorizing savoring relishing
your body to me
everything is sweet divinity
ecstacy our love so deep
with each other for eternity



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