Charlotte Featherstone

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    Charlotte Featherstone quote. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her

    It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her

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    wordporn: It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her - Charlotte Featherstone
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    Charlotte Featherstone quote. Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine

    Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine

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    wordporn: Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine - Charlotte Featherstone
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    Charlotte Featherstone quote. She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn’t know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Jane had become the root anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should

    She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn’t know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Jane had become the root anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should

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    wordporn: She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers ... - Charlotte Featherstone
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    Charlotte Featherstone quote. His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you

    His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you

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    wordporn: His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you - Charlotte Featherstone
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    Charlotte Featherstone quote. Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?

    Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?

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