Wild flower of blue abalone, tightly dressed in crushed emerald, leaning back so seductively, I knew you wanted me to have you. I could not take my eyes off you; my mind was awash with images of running my fingers from the tip of your head, down your slender neck and over your slim fine body. Reluctantly I handed over my hard earned cash, for I new it would be the only way I would be able to satisfy my passion, my indulgence however would cost me more than I had imagined, but the guy in store did throw in a shoulder strap, a plectrum and a spare set of strings.Birth sign: Scorpio
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