Handsby Linda Dominique Grosvenorto give pleasures, to touch, subdue wandering the contours of softly shaven me the warmth it exudes does exist, as we dispute the rumor of the loveless earth. familiarity and tenderness, affection overdue more than i could have imagined, you are a reward for my patience as you create in me, love, art and poetry. |
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