Caress of Your Voice, Whisper in the dark,
Beguiling Intentions, Igniting the Spark,
Wayward notion of Mischievous Temptation,
Diabolical Thrill of uncertain Elation.
Moonlight shifting in the Candlelit room,
Breathless and Baited, While roses Bloom,
Splendid Entrapment we neither Understand,
Intoxication by the Touch of Your Hand.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on: layoutsparks.com


Happyness.
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Great wordplay, Morgan ๐
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hee hee hee 0:)
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Nice!!!!
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Thanks Wendell ๐
Sorry for the delay…I found you in my Spam today and liberated you. nasty WP ooopsie’s!!!
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Lovely.
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๐ Heartfelt Smiles ๐
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Reblogged this on MadeleineMaya.
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Wayward makes toward possible
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It certainly does ๐
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Ah, to be wayward is indeed a good thing as presented here, with an edgy air, one would say but that is by no means a bad thing.
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Just a Touch of Goth for my otherwise Romantic Poetry weekend. ๐
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