Tremble, My Beloved
Tremble, My Beloved





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mickyrobinson
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For your perfume smells of lilac, and we are in the garden.

Tremble, My Beloved

Do not be ashamed of our bare skin, for your perfume smells of lilac and we are in the garden. Let me see you in the low light.

Root my fingertips to your collar bone. Hands clasped, breath held hear what these hands can do to a naked body. Tremble, my beloved.

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