Logan's favourite image of Chloe Holiday
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Her lips are yours, you think they’re yours, they soften the blow of what’s to come.
Her soft silken skin will ripple and sing her song to you.
Sirens weep at it’s call.
Her breasts beckon you sleep everlasting, a hearth of abundance and warm luxurious respite from the world.
There is no reluctance when she urges you kneel and worship at her temple, she guides you to her alter and bids you lay down to pray.
You will die, as becomes your only wish, as this seraph nymph’s nectar consumes you.
She will raise you from the afterlife and gently smile at the acolyte she has created.
I will return...again and again, to give thanks and pray the my new found deity will look upon me once more with her cosmic embrace and grant me favour...
Her soft silken skin will ripple and sing her song to you.
Sirens weep at it’s call.
Her breasts beckon you sleep everlasting, a hearth of abundance and warm luxurious respite from the world.
There is no reluctance when she urges you kneel and worship at her temple, she guides you to her alter and bids you lay down to pray.
You will die, as becomes your only wish, as this seraph nymph’s nectar consumes you.
She will raise you from the afterlife and gently smile at the acolyte she has created.
I will return...again and again, to give thanks and pray the my new found deity will look upon me once more with her cosmic embrace and grant me favour...
