

SensesYour beauty dances off my eyes like a skater on ice Your voice tickles my ears like the sea breeze at dusk Your scent enters my nostrils like fresh cut grass on a spring afternoon Your kiss stimulates my palette like a ripe piece of fruit after harvest time Your touch sends shivers down my spine like the touch of frost on a winter morning You have me all turn about like a boat in the middle of a windstorm You are a vital part of my very being You are my everythingSenses
worship
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The Empire Begins
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