The Enchantress My fingers smell of you and I've washed my face in your Elixir. Dawn and I'm walking Home, so absorbed by you that I don't see the morning sky and Its clouds formation which are Warning me that I'm not alone In the sharing of your favours. On this early day my innocence Is total.Birth sign: Scorpio
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