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Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Silken skeins of dreams caress our topography A map of lost fantasy Advertisements
His lips were drawn to her skin as the tides are drawn to the moon. One look from her pulled … More
The Siren sips upon the moonshine Intoxicated on wasted dreams Desire lingers on her lips, whetted By need to … More
