Treasure Island

nyna bankard

(3/8/1982 / Heidelberg, Germany)

Mind, Body & Soul


Eye to Eye
Lips to Lips
One hand through my hair, one hand on my hip
Passion emerges with every last kiss
Fantasy becomes reality, overwhelmed by pure bliss
Eye to Eye
Lips to Lips

Heart to Heart
Soul to Soul
Bodies become one and we become whole
Unending pleasure, we each play a role
A refuge to each other & to each other we console
Heart to Heart
Soul to Soul

Mind & Body
Body & Mind
An inseparable pair when intertwined
Feelings so strong with a powerful bind
Fates sacred treasure for this love forever to be enshrined
Mind & Body
Body & Mind

Submitted: Monday, April 27, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 27, 2009
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