Rain coloured brown,
and I kissed your blossomed nipples with no navigation of future.
Wet lights, jerking fantasies and a window full of parachutes…
Sweetheart we belong to inflammation ages,cats egos and quest for rock and roll.
Dilemma between your transient breasts and gargantuan vagina,
I won’t dream for future.
A day of no boundaries, my sexual uplifting, my spiritual masterbation, babe; your autistic blowjobs,
Next time don’t ask me whether I love you or not,
Flow with my eastwind.
Oh my!
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Thank you… 🙂 🙂 🙂
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this is really great. So crude in a way… I love it!
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Thanks a lot… 🙂 🙂 🙂
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you’re welcome🙂
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No doubt erotic, and oddly alluring.
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Thank you…
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