I bring myself to you. Carefully, quietly. Calm and replete with desire. I bring troubles and pain. A lifetime of weary hearts and broken rainbows. No hearts and flowers for me, my love. I bring myself to your altar...I surrender myself to you.
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Take me? )
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Thy will be done.
...There is a spirit infused with the taste of cinnamon and roses. Liquid passion fills my veins and pours forth in my tears. Chestnut, espresso and chocolate tangled tresses. Freckled skin painted by divinity"
Amen to all of that. Know that you also do not walk alone. Know that you are that infusion of cinnamon and roses. Know that liquid passion that has been held back with an emotional cork and allow it to spill forth once again.
I love you.
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My journal isn't yet in english, asm I'm not english myself, but working on getting english posting in there soon.
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I'm glad I've stumbled across you.
"I inspire your passion with seduction." - To which you certainly do...
I've added you as a vampire; to seek inspiration and desire - energy from your posts.
I hope you don't mind...
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