Majestic
The last week of August is upon us. I seek refuge in love and truths reality. It's also been a month since I've slept whole night through, seems it's been damn near forever since I've made sweet love to you. Porcelain skin, endearing eyes. In your hearts my safe place to hide. Please don't lose faith, or give up hope. Our bond increases, 'fore it hasnt yet died!
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