| The Cure
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Rull
| Ply me with kisses, | 1 |
comfort me with warm embraces | 2 |
for I am sick with love. | 3 |
Let your hands caress, | 4 |
your fingers tease away this fever | 5 |
simmering inside me. | 6 |
Soothe me with the soft murmurings | 7 |
of your sweet voice | 8 |
for I ache with desire | 9 |
and burn with longing. | 10 |
Let your lips be the healing balm | 11 |
upon my swollen need, | 12 |
your tongue the stimulant | 13 |
that induces the flow | 14 |
and your body the antidote | 15 |
that effects the cure. | 16 |
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16 Feb 06 |
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Beautiful, When can i see the next chapter.
Talk about sensual.
encore, encore
— horolaggia
very cool; i think the last "effects" should be affects, but i liked it alot; Good use of imagry.
— ljump12
the end was the only shortcoming... nice work!
— aforbing
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