How is your morning, my Love? What were you doing?
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Almost feeling…
…The Innocent and The Lover, your tongue, your breath, your hands…infinite desire, infinite ecstasy…lost again…
We continue the previous, my Love…
…after a short-long break for a lily-storm on The Path, in the Valley, for a rain of vampire bells on the swan lines, for a deep intrusion and tongues Ouroboros…
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