The Virgin Queen

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Elizabeth I - see Rahab Bk 03
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Pixiehoff
Pixiehoff
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As pools are deep,
So her eyes.

As fire is hot,
So her touch.

As rivers flow,
So does she.

As the apple and the tree
So her and me.

As time passes,
So the memory lingers.

As a virgin intact
So we were.

As I recall
So I smile.

Pixiehoff
Pixiehoff
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PixiehoffPixiehoffabout 2 years agoAuthor

I am glad you are tuning in, Cheryle xxxxx

lostopportunitylostopportunityabout 2 years ago

Where are you baby? Where can you be? Why aren't you here loving me? Cause I want to kiss you make you feel right I want to lay with you all through the night I wanna feel passion, I wanna feel pain I wanna weep at the sound of your name come make me laugh or come make me cry just make me feel - alive!

PixiehoffPixiehoffover 2 years agoAuthor

Thank you, my darling Kasia xxxxx

AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

A true Platonic love from long gone, forgotten times :)

PixiehoffPixiehoffover 4 years agoAuthor
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As you can see my guess is a Virgin lesbian

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