"The world recedes, to become a lanscape of cool dark,
as her body takes on the signature of fiery colors in the night.
Her fingers will caress that sable twilight,
wrists circled with metal that is no match for her spirit,
which will ride the burning aura that banishes need,
and makes her a vessel of light." - Paul Sardanas
as her body takes on the signature of fiery colors in the night.
Her fingers will caress that sable twilight,
wrists circled with metal that is no match for her spirit,
which will ride the burning aura that banishes need,
and makes her a vessel of light." - Paul Sardanas
"Your body is mine to use as I please. Do you understand?" - Unknown
"Ouch" - Me (of course never uttered out loud...)
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