As hunger wakes the evening storm she breathe,s upon my naked vein - TopicsExpress



          

As hunger wakes the evening storm she breathe,s upon my naked vein and as her lips being to form i flee cross the windy plains that never below her kiss away or ever slow the ghostly rains that flood the prairire where i pray to resurrect the honey grass but still i need the strom day and beg the night to never pass becose although her lips amy they soak my dreams with honey grass until the morning casts it light and burn her from my naked vein but we shall kiss again tonight when i invite the ghostly rain to dance across the hunted plains plz read my story
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 17:45:12 +0000

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