Post by ironic on Oct 16, 2005 20:25:17 GMT -4
a glimps of crimson blurr could be vaugely trace amonst the dence foilage, her twin zenths twiched as the masculina ambled into her new domane, ebon tintred spectrums traced meeked 'round the unflimar scapeing, curiousity seeking 'round before slyly stepping from the foltage, the foilage whispered a welcoming toon within her cuppend honers
whispers of towerig giants drifted amonst the stale decayed atmosphere, she loved every minet of it, her masculent curveature was gingerly placed into an elegant bow unrully tresse danceing along her imaculently molded curves as the singing breeze traced along her mass, tattered hock kisser aloofed in a co-thingyed fashion, locks of rouge freely stranding down her ebon splashed hocks
curious of where her beloved had gotten to the fem's lonesome lull drifted unto the lively winds of the forrest, her spectrums voiding amonst the foilage, when he wasn't around her it semt as if halfof her own soul was gone, his touches, tones, sheer presents , her widend oxeners faltered with the shifting winds, catching but no scent of the he, but thus did not fear the ess for she could feel him around her at all times, the wind toying with her thick tresse, the crimson turf beneath her her ebon plaited talons, he was near, she could feel it
though the earth may turn
to grindet dust my
love fore you will never
perrish, my loyalty will
be as strong as twister's winds
my trust for if as if you
were my very feet
simplely, i love you
dearest marred
whispers of towerig giants drifted amonst the stale decayed atmosphere, she loved every minet of it, her masculent curveature was gingerly placed into an elegant bow unrully tresse danceing along her imaculently molded curves as the singing breeze traced along her mass, tattered hock kisser aloofed in a co-thingyed fashion, locks of rouge freely stranding down her ebon splashed hocks
curious of where her beloved had gotten to the fem's lonesome lull drifted unto the lively winds of the forrest, her spectrums voiding amonst the foilage, when he wasn't around her it semt as if halfof her own soul was gone, his touches, tones, sheer presents , her widend oxeners faltered with the shifting winds, catching but no scent of the he, but thus did not fear the ess for she could feel him around her at all times, the wind toying with her thick tresse, the crimson turf beneath her her ebon plaited talons, he was near, she could feel it
though the earth may turn
to grindet dust my
love fore you will never
perrish, my loyalty will
be as strong as twister's winds
my trust for if as if you
were my very feet
simplely, i love you
dearest marred
