I have yet to shave my face to this skull. What about your legs Eve? How much is tonight's gold medallion really worth? Certainly not the effort. Personally, I think it would only turn your breasts green (to match your eyes). Wouldn't that be magically delicious? So much for fig leaves. Sweet Lilith you had blood of honey. If it were me then, you could have been on top. You fled from that susceptible fool who's enamor was as bland and obvious as a dead soldier coming home without a scratch. Your moves were spectacular; enough to throw all of humanity into an ultimate checkmate. Sweet daemoness! We can love, now that your father's no longer at home. Our music will outlast the evergreens; my lute your voice and percussion. In time the children will be invited to play, and you'll finally be able to drown in that sea of pity. Future generations will make due with our echoes. I am old, and I am dying, we will share simple pleasures on our deathbed. For now is when we live oblivious to the existence of our true love. We find laughter in numb candles, and in those well known unknown to us. Our last sunset together was much better than our first, (the one before the seventh day when everything had been left to us). Our legacy creeps in like the taste of bad weather. It's time we break the record, and destroy all which was ever known.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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