A Lady called Truth is the darkest of all secrets. As unattainable as the Light which belongs to no one; like moths men are driven mad to enslave Her.
I Once drank from lips that beckon me. The musky fragrance of her femininity permeates through every pore of Her lily white body.
Driven by the desire of total ecstasy our bodies locked in a never ending embrace of passion.
And like all the men before me, she escaped the bondage called Love. I was never to feel her caress again, until I realized that like all truly Beautiful things, Truth is meant to be shared.
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