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So often people try to equate wealth with happiness. Many have this unrealistic believe that if you are rich all your problems disappear. They fail to realize that rich or poor people have problems. Having money doesn’t mean that you won’t get ill. It doesn’t mean you are immune to drug addiction, heartbreak, betrayal or […]…
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This was a mental pleasure the whole way through lol but that ending though! So perfect loved this piece!
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Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes: Living wicked and wild world her own where flowers cowered and night smiled fierce winds blew tangling in unkempt hair lightning bolts sizzled in ruthless eyes owls turned heads spellbound by her scent wolves howled seduced by her whispers angels hid and choirs fell silent as she walked the…
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Originally posted on Blood Into Ink: Take my gasps for air as tender kisses, my flailing feet as laughter, wrap your riptide arms around me, swallow me whole so I’m the apple of your eye, see me needing a saviour and submerge me. Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and…
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Loved it!
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Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes: She tried drowning drowning them all in cabernet * the burn for touch along every inch and unusual place of desperate skin * the ache to be seen as beautiful and hear the words in sincerity * the craving for kisses long and slow adoring and true any given…
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Originally posted on Rose Red Snow White: I just long to taste you, to part your lips with my tongue and sip the passionate wine of your femininity until I’m drunk on your love. I want to be obsessed with you, an addict to the high of your yoni… ugh… drown me in the sweet…
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Originally posted on Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled : The attack of her smacks echoed, hypnotically–chasing his dreams. As his power rose, he stood elongated– bowing hungrily before the Queen. Her eyes lowered, as his hands traveled within her heat, he erotically measured the ingredients — becoming amazed by it’s-squeeze. Parting royalty…
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Originally posted on Sarah Doughty: “I can’t help but dream of the day, the day we become one again.” It’s winter again, and I’m reminded of how you used to hold me in the night. When the air was too cold, but your body heat was enough to keep me from shivering. I cling to…
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