In the dead of the night, you walked in without a sound and stole into my bed, You took me into your arms bursting with desire and drowned me in your passion. Submissive, I lay, eagerly responding to your fervent kisses and fiery caress, mindlessly surrendering to you. As I turned to nestle in your embrace, I found you'd already disappeared among the shadows to return to the one who's captured your heart and leaving me to cry bitter tears... alone in the dead of then night.Birth sign: Not entered
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