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Knees to elbows, hiding face, squat runner races with incoming waves sidestepping ghost crabs he nabs as she grabs long reeds blowing, knowing no wing but love’s.
Wake up Plover Rise up Hover For the Sun is in the nest and my Waterwalker will not rest from wet battledance
Clapping bells net electric swells and dream spells sprawling whells on white shore
Passion cries on his sandstormed thighs against stift driftwood rubbing opening eyes third Septarian lightning charges clenching fist draws her to lap favor savor fullness salt hard in foaming spiritrise.
Wake UP Lover!
Last edited by Artina Heartflash : 12-16-2012 at 01:41 PM.
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