Credibleby Linda Dominique Grosvenorbut was my love credible? I drank from his loving cup as suspended adoration meticulously mapped its way around my heart. His words were new and unrehearsed his lips undressed my mind a mere craving of the soul. I reveled in the loveliness when our passion was new. Like an idol I gave figs as an offering and drank him in always reminiscing about the boy from Belize. |
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