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Date Posted: 15:47:14 11/14/02 Thu
In reply to:
Atkena's song/ Morning Snow
's message, "...sisters....returned" on 21:10:24 11/13/02 Wed
Frost-kissed masculine extends plush proboscis, running velveteen across curvature of beautiful swan. Voice is not silenced in awe of such a moment, and heart fills with words to delicate to be spoken by the harsh octaves of the male genre. Lobes flutter atop skull, seeking the voice, that lovely voice, of his most desired Snow. Lust and love, passion, and presence, all are here, now, in this one moment. Ah, my dear, at last...at last...
Ink-stained stygian allows plush to emmanate forth at length of uncoiling boa. Prancing flirtatious steps are taken, until velveteen may stroke beautiful figurine of night and day. Ah, I never thought my eyes would find a beauty such as thee, but here ye are, standing afore me, plain as the night, and the day.
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