by wayne34liverpool, Merseyside, England, UK
Aug 2014 356 Views 0 comments
goddess
On the parapit
The figure of stone
Her mortal form
Set in fixed posse
Elegant cold to thouch
Those seductive curves
fingers and seductive toes
Cold to touch
Partly clad
Reviles her charm her parted
Dress reveals her desire for mortal sin
Marbled face
Her angelic figure her seductive hair and face
She projects her form in body and grace
Her hidden sole turned to stone
She hides her body within
The figure of stone
Her mortal form
Set in fixed posse
Elegant cold to thouch
Those seductive curves
fingers and seductive toes
Cold to touch
Partly clad
Reviles her charm her parted
Dress reveals her desire for mortal sin
Marbled face
Her angelic figure her seductive hair and face
She projects her form in body and grace
Her hidden sole turned to stone
She hides her body within
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Posted: Aug 2014
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