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Shades of her purple obscure My night skies.

I make the tears that flow from her eyes.

Ropes of My moonlight bound the limbs of her gusty trees.

Like whips swoosh through the air with ease.

See her crawl in through the night.

she was the essence of My amusement.

When she cuffed first then submits within my sight.

An appealing swelter that feels better then lush in pleasure.

A mood still and mysterious feel how wet you get.

I am just a whisper away with something of a dark angel’s hush.