Her Blue Eyes
Lipstick kissesThe crimson marks stood out against his skin He knew he would be mocked by all his kin However he couldn’t find himself to care For she had placed the marks there Lips soft as silk, warm as sin Slowly making his head spin She’d marked him as only hers But time passes and any mark blurs Yet their love remains the same He can’t stand to be ashamedLipstick kisses
New stuff!
Bliss
GO NAO
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WELL, ISN'T THAT WIZARD?
Your ≠ you're.
Do you like Tolkien? Do you want something written in Tengwar (also known as Elvish) for yourself? [link]
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WELL, ISN'T THAT WIZARD?
Your ≠ you're.
Do you like Tolkien? Do you want something written in Tengwar (also known as Elvish) for yourself? [link]
Great photography, I love the "Snow Crested Branches"...I haven't seen real snow since I left Maine. I never thought I'd miss it so much. Hope all is well!!
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Recently got a new computer and looks like I may be back on the scene~
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WELL, ISN'T THAT WIZARD?
Your ≠ you're.
Do you like Tolkien? Do you want something written in Tengwar (also known as Elvish) for yourself? [link]
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