Warming? my heart filled with love when your hands are on ice, this is another time another amazing place that I always want to be. It is the warming of your touch that has always taken me on a journey through my reality and fantasy that you are my Princess a living dynasty boiling hot and boiling over.
The truth is I'm lying! here waiting for you. The lying is NEVER! but I will from the beginning to the end of time, always and forever be truthful about Standing up for you to love me.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
The picture is hot and the poem is cool
Thank you Landsley
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