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you were in my dream last night,
you came unto me from the heavens,
so beautiful even the stars bow down at your feet and angels desire your virtue
His sweet lips run down my spine, blowing my mind way.
His gentle touch cause my bones to echo in anguish delight.
His gentle tongue explored my body so mild searching for my fruitful garden.
my fountain filled with honey, overflowed and his tongue probe my soft sweet folds.
We were connected, his hard skin crash between soft pillows.
our bodies merged in heavenly bliss as our fantasies exploded in sweet torment.