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Like a moth to a flame I am drawn to you.
Like a moth to a flame that I know can not burn.
To feel your heat such a distance away.
The passion that burns way down deep.
At night I lone to feel your hands caressing heat.
Lone to feel you next to me your manhood buried deep.
Pushing and throbbing down to where the wetness of a sucking cervix weeps.
Heard your words from a far way place.
I lone to fly with you soar up high.
Within my sleep I dream of you and how your words
of dripping cock and my sweet juices one day may meet.
6/24/2006 7:12 pm
my god sweet song bird ,, you are burning my heart,,,|
i am soaring on the wings of eargles,, wish you were here with me now,,,
6/25/2006 8:55 am
I miss not talking to you last night, my heart is blue, |
I am grounded from the sky when I am not near to you,,,
my wings are hurting , from not hear your sweet words,
my soul is crying , to see your eyes so deep,
my cock is bursting to be place in you so deep.
so I am dreaming a sweet dream of you, to meet in ours dreams,
to lay next to you,,,play away,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
6/25/2006 7:11 pm
A gentleman hears a song that lifts him high.|
So I shall sing and perhaps someday eagle
and song bird shall meet. It pleases me to
have you fly at the song you hear.
So it shall be ... to you I will sing.