Let My impulse come...
Let this creative energy overflow...
I have pitch My tent with that yatch that sails in the depths of the coconut pod...
Sing and Dance with Me...
Here is Music from Deborah's Trimbel...
Here is David's Harp Alluring...
Here are the trumps of the Angels a blaring...
Our waist have grown this soft...
What are the entails of passionate Softness crushed against this hardness of Mine...
Oh..cant hold anabella's heat any longer, we thus must explode..selah!
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