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Lips so feather the flutter of wings on a butterfly as we kisses under a moonlite night while the strumming of a harp was humming through the breeze to the angels delight..your a sip of exotic wine in mid spring..WOW ! such sensations radiating from your devine lips..Ooh ! what pleasure i feel with if i were floating on a wishing star embraced with a man who has my mind lost in a sensual whirl sweet tasting you are..these feelings can only be felt within two souls that are hopelessly in two snow white doves that glide peacefully..but..closely together in the heavenly skies find yourself someone to cherrish and deserve..forever treated each other as if it were your last day on earth..Written by robyn bashford..
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Posted: Sep 2012
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