the days grow longer the sun becomes warmer, yet in the shell of this figure I remain to be chilled and see no light for work calls and the light does fade, yet my mind wanders to places filled with delight.
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To feel the touch of soft lips upon the sun kissed stretches of the flesh brings forth the delights of the soul~
for if delights were a sin than the touch of your lips would be the ecstasy of the night for the glimmer in the light would only yet touch the beauty that you hold
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