Imagination
Thy heart is the parchment upon
Which I burn these words of lust with the quill of passion
Each cloud-like touch of mine,
Dies to explore every inch of thy sacred valleys and holy arches
If I had a dying wish,
It would be to stare into thy eyes and taste thy sugared lips,
Before bathing in your sweet scent
I stand before you.
Thy humble servant seeks only to please thy royal satin flesh and silky skin
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Serious, quiet, with loner tendencies. Enjoys solitude and tends to sit back and observe. Private, rarely talks about their feelings. Can be insensitive to the hardships of others. A planner. Well-organized and hard-working. Works steadily towards identified goals. Focused, with well-developed powers of concentration. Will usually accomplish any task once they have set their mind to it. A perfectionist. Clean, thorough, detail-oriented. Avoids mistakes. Logical and analytical. Not adventurous or spontaneous. Realistic. Doesn't appreciate strangeness. Conventional. Interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Dislikes countercultures. Dutiful, always follows the rules. Punctual. Finishes tasks. Responsible and dependable. Prepares for worst case scenarios, cautious. Interested in security and a peaceful life. Would rather be friendless than jobless. Holds people to high standards and does not accept apologies easily.
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