Beneath the veil of the willow tree, She waits for me. In Crinoline and fine French lace, Anticipates, A summer loves’ embrace. Deft, trembling hands doth keen explore, Each other more. And salient, eager lips there pursed, To be coerced, In passionata (Un-Rehearsed). And savour scented fruits of love, With silken glove. Released herewith a thousand doves. To fly… Alas, she was alone. Imagination flown. The pleasure of herself, her own.
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Birth sign: Gemini
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