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About Me
Come play with me
The world is a garden of pleasure and perfection. So take a bite of the apple babe, the tree of life. Savor the fruit. And join me in the garden. Trust me, we'll know what to do.
I yearn for a woman intimate with her own sexuality, who wants to feel the heat rise in her body as I whisper poems of homage against her silken flesh, who will shudder as my tongue traces lines of fire across her satin skin only to halt at the gates of her sacred temple, savoring the heat of her desire, the warmth of her need, aching to taste her nectar. Reawaken the Eve in you and find me, and we will continue this ageless story.
The world is a garden of pleasure and perfection. So take a bite of the apple babe, the tree of life. Savor the fruit. And join me in the garden. Trust me, we'll know what to do.
I yearn for a woman intimate with her own sexuality, who wants to feel the heat rise in her body as I whisper poems of homage against her silken flesh, who will shudder as my tongue traces lines of fire across her satin skin only to halt at the gates of her sacred temple, savoring the heat of her desire, the warmth of her need, aching to taste her nectar. Reawaken the Eve in you and find me, and we will continue this ageless story.
