connection
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She smiles so sweetly She’s an angel believe me The only times she’s beneath me Is when she chooses to in bed But then Some times she’s above me Showing how much she loves me She is an amazing spiritual being believe me.
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As we make love Would you look into my eyes As I look into yours To realise the desire See the depths of life See deep within your soul See all your past lives Ancient and spiritual Will you look into my eyes And between the breaths and sighs I will enter your heart And…
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What is our destiny Is it to fly high, Soaring free Living our life consciously, Or is it it to whimper out Through fear and self doubt, This choice as always is ours We have the strength We have the power, We can shine a light In our finest hour, So if we live out…
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Come to me serpentine I want to play So mesmerise my mind With the way you slither And make your body wind Take it slow there’s lots of time I want to admire your sleekness I want to see you shed your dress Like shedding your skin Like you’re begining To expose a new self…
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She was bewildered by his fascination in why he loved to see her play with other people on display in a various array of situations and all forms of role play but he just said he was happy that she experienced all that life offers he loved her so but didn’t want to place he…
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And in that moment Their eyes met Their spirits danced Their souls sang And their heart beat as one. In that momentary heartbeat They were love They were one And nothing else existed Then they were gone.
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She is everything he needed She is love and light and bliss, She is an angel of his existence He craved and yearned for her amazing kiss, He adored her very being Could not live without her touch, It was something so incredible Far more spiritual, not just lust, He was attached the same as…
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Enroll me into the spiritual corp So that I can oppose the dogs of war Stand for peace in defiance Against all of their death, hate and violence Let me be a soldier that advocates peace So no more will mothers children weep Over lost fathers or lost sons I want to disarm this world…
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Cacophonous was the sounds they made The kind of sounds loves make When open minded and wild at play Not stifled, subdued, hidden away Afraid of being shamed That they should be playing the lovers game. She did not hold back at all for him She let every aspect of his being in He did…
