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honey-brown skin glistens like liquid gold and pours into my open mouth. i drink up as if i've been parched for years. but this flavor could never compare
Fuck my mind, make me cum to my senses While I tempt your mind ass I make your body wait Slim waist, a phat tass, long black hair and a pretty face You turn me on YES! But I need more I hate to sound so needy
At that very moment I wanted nothing else, I just wanted all of him to myself.
How can you know that love is real?
The morning is always an intimate piece of work.
Heart quickly beating, All logic retreating, Whispers across skin, Is this sin?
The stability of mother’s love- may it cripple one so? That withdrawn parallel, intimate she: cause endless dream of a lover’s retreat.