I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and to-night, When I should take possession of the bride, End ere I do begin. Here she stands; Take but possession of her with a touch: I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
To give freely ones body, soul, heart and mind. To kneel at His feet giving Him everything. She agreed to be His for a life time bound by ties deeper then most would feel in ten life times. Her pain, her joy; He is it all, Master of her domain.
"The Devil made me do it."
~Salutations~
"Welcome to the Darkside. We have cookies."
Monday, July 21, 2008
Possession..
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Figments Of Imagination
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~~Ahh! More than words can possibly say.
The collar..and, the temptations, are aroused;
melting all noise,and,
spilling,
to a hearts, heated,
breath:
subtle sounds,
of
you.
**
~x~Will
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