I FEEL MY HEART, YEARNING; PORES RELEASING KAIROMONAL PHEROMONES INTO THE VOID OF RECKONING, AND FURTHER, BEYOND DREAMING OF THE LAST ELASTIC, EVANESCENT WONDERINGS, TO THE COLLAPSE OF SENSATION. THEN, THERE IT IS.....
Sitting on the windowsill of Heaven - Celia Harper by Sulis
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