Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Prometheus Unbound" The weight of her body slumped against the inside of the coffin causes the lid to break free even before he has a moment to free the last nails. The piece of flaming wood fell towards him and he ducks and rolls out of …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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