If our minds coulds fornicate
Would I allow our souls to wed?
If I could just taste you once more,
I'd never allow you to take my heart to bed.
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Whisper Willow
Poetry"She sat below the willow tree and would whisper all her secrets." A collection of poems all intertwined with the theme of whispered secrets.
Forniquer (Fornicate)
If our minds coulds fornicate
Would I allow our souls to wed?
If I could just taste you once more,
I'd never allow you to take my heart to bed.
