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Public Discussion => General Discussion => Ceredwin's Cauldron => Topic started by: Gromalin on November 21, 2008, 08:41:37 am
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(let me start by saying i wrote this poem for the woman i loved. Hope shes happy wherever she is. RIP my love)
The end is the best!
No nectar can compare to the sweetness of your Carmel skin.
As my velvet tongue glides across the valleys of your curves,
its goal your lips,
its mission your heart.
As our breaths become one, our lips pressed in a fusion of passion,
We become lost...in warmth, touch, and beauty.
Lost...but no longer alone.
For how can one truly be lost,
for i have found my heaven, my Edan, my paradise.
Satan fingers caressing the paddles of your flower, longing for it to blossom.
Your silk skin pressed against me,
placing me in a coma of ecstasy......
......please dont ever let me wake!!!
:o
Please feel free to tell me what you think.
thanks,
Corie Pimentel
AKA Gromalin!
RBW
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Well done indeed