A dozen country madams had been imbibing in the pre wedding wine and were in great form roaring with laughter and bursting out of their lacy cotton frocks. We coasted into a medieval pub in the middle of nowhere in wildest Devon to encounter the place in uproarious bedlam. Magnificent, Magnificent was she sitting in heaven alone, perhaps my heart isn’t good enough, just not good enough for that. Magnificent was the smell of lust, the revival of each burning passion felt that will lead to my doom Magnificent was each touch, sensual and breathless, my hands trailing down her soul and into her mind, ready to corrupt Magnificent, magnificent, your voice will break if you continue on and whine like that The sun sets and burns, the orange of the sky fills your room Magnificent was the night, the day, the afternoon. Magnificent you were, drowning in my arms, feeling each and every moment fill you up I know of its nature, I know it’s wrong but why do I still continue, still continue to sin? Our dance, tempting and I cannot resist until the end of the song, until the end of time. How do I even describe, the burning feelings, the feeling that swallowed me whole drowning in the lies Magnificent you were, melting under the heat through the cracks of my fingers, astonishing Magnificent I felt, my hands all over her heart, her body, I did not know where to begin Magnificent was the taste of her love and ecstasy brought with each touch tonight Magnificent was the fingers that interlaced, like soft lips and soft bodies, soft eyes Magnificent was the colour of the skies and the rain that danced on our bare skin.
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