The Craving
At last, tempting he was, a dark angels food. Surrending his love, tender and savored. Exquisite delight of extant one night before them. Freedom lost within my arms tantalizing destiny, him so perfect. Enchantment to the soul. Everlasting will be mine. I await with bated breath, dream like reality, you fresh in my memory, moments I havent put to rest.
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