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one day cold we will lie
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one day cold we will lie one day cold we will lie The dead beneath the frozen ground sleep they lie cold as one day cold we will lie and they would lie as we lie together pressed at hips and chest sharing kisses flaring in the dark shaking from ourselves delights sweet sensual carnal adventures those joys the dead do not know and if they were to wake and tell us they would warning bring the clock perpetual is ticking you are closer to this sleep than you might consider or reflect upon the Sun does not reach this deep we feel not the heat of living our passion for the giving gone all we knew and did has ceased and here you to shall lie in sleep decomposing in the cold so seek out every living moments those lips desire plunder afresh do not let society's more's prevent you from loving who you will loving as you will and loving true strip away the garments dead strip away all artifact and artifice in bare skin and beating heart practice diligently sensual arts kisses to torment a heart ply caresses to indulge your lover each peak cherish and anticipation build for the next with lust carry a tsunami of loving intent for the sleep within the grave awaits all mortals ever made in that permanent icy sleep let your life of loving bring dreams to your body warm to keep think not of how you would live nor how others might preach good follow your instincts stirred by kiss pursue a life of freedom and bliss when to cold deep sleep you are laid let them acknowledge your life displayed lovers seared by the heat of your passion the sensual peaks you shared and enjoyed do not think them lesser things put aside needs for diamond rings the banns need not be said Time is finite so use your head take these kisses eager when they are offered rejoice in life and honeyed ecstasy flowing be alive and live in burning heat of life for the dead beneath the frozen ground sleep and they lie cold as one day cold we will lie. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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those coy mistresses of Marvell's are all of us and Time tells on all of us Time's bell knells. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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