

But He Loves MeHe bowed his head over hers, arms pulling her towards him, he kissed her lips so fiercely that her knees shook. He was claiming her, she was now his. As they lay together that night, bodies pressed together for warmth, she became uncertain where she stopped and he began.But He Loves Me
She woke up before him, his arms still circled around her, protectively, possessively, what was the difference? Like a babys hand to a finger, he clung even in his sleep to her. She couldnt believe it was real, believe she was here with him. Her vulnerability scared her, she knew nothing of his world, yet he knew her world like the back of his hand. H
Battle Ship
La Rochelle
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feel like tonight.
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"every image is a reflection of death.. And every death an image of life"
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The perfect final.
Thank you so much for that honor
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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alis volat propriis
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Lucifer mortus diabolos,
Nec deus, nec arch angelus
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