Posted by Maple on 3/24/2002, 12:21 am
¤Femmora slowly moved o'er t'wards her beloved king, plush nose gently nudging shoulder o' he affectionately, mahogany tresses blowing through fingers o' wind. How she missed him...many days she did not see him, and few days she did. Did he miss her the way she 'twas missing him? Optics blink slowly as plush lips nibbled 'pon crest with much love. M'love...I have missed thee much.
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