title; my thief; my saviour Gazing at your beauty, Admiring such bountiful assets, Pondering deep into my empty self, I asked myself, Could dis be,?? The very feminine perfection that I behold In my dreams, Yes, It is yee, Yee who is to be called a thief, Yee who stole my essence, And cast upon me a spell Which reads, L-o-v-e I know not what this means, Shall a man dwell in such enigma,?? No, Not one like me, Therefore, U cast me out on an onerous quest, A quest which I seek nothing but liberation, Liberation from that which was cursed to me by yee who stole my essence Such a quest shall never be accomplished until this day. At last, My quest has come to an end Yee who is a thief from me, Shall be a saviour unto me Therefore, My beloved thief, Save me, least I die in dis quest, Let mine fingers slide across thyne every curve, Exploring every angluar detail, Moisturizing thyne body with mine oil, Thy breasts shall be my abode where I lay my head, And my lips shall fiddle with thy nipples, And yee shall scream out in satisfaction as I place also, Dat same spell you bestowed upon me. Oh my sweet thief, Save me from your spell of love.
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