Saturday, March 15, 2014

Irish King DOES Sing

Vampiric one, come to me. I will be your REMEDY. We can bathe in the moonlight and swim in silk sheets. Find my hands and mirror my desire for yee. Foreign lands are planned. I was once your little girl, and now I am your baby. Can't I bring this superstar in to guard our bedroom door? My eyes may turn grey as his wolf and werewolfery begin to move through me. The four posts of the bed are oak and the drapes are silk and cotton green. It will be a forest for us to get lost in. Your kiss, I would never miss. The manipulations of woman damage this baby daily. My sexy free will theology brings you closer to my heart than anyone else could be. FINALLY we release the moon.

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