I place a hand on to your beast; feel your softness and gentleness. I see in your eyes both angel and devil and I welcome and desire for both. I call to you Milla and motion my lips to your neck and then to your chest. I leave a mark to let others know you are my lover and my lover alone. I am both afraid and excited of my desire for you; it causes my skin and bone to flush and tighten with a need of you. Milla you are addiction in flesh and bare the face Michelangelo himself could not make more perfect. Milla you haunt me and bring me the greatest of inspiration. It is not just from your body, but even more your very soul.
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