Burn the incense on both ends
No spirits here except J. Wray
Turn the volume up!
A mi chuuuune dat.
Newness.
The infatuation with wordplay has turned into full blown love
She completes me
With her innuendo - the innate charms of the fact that her eyes can't lie
She does though
Comforting me with the alliterations of her being.
Rhythm.
Her hips sway to the beat of life.
I know I can't have her
She can't be tamed
Just a muse ... Amused at my futile attempts to make this more than what it is.
Dangerous Affair.
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