Folded Before A MIME

Just my hand walk your body when the contact is already perfect I see change and perceived my smell the aroma quiet passion vibrate more sensitive fibers leaving naked the feeling that a woman projected recurrently with constant grace want to want more of the same, of the same wish in silence with crazy passion effort that impacts to the right and in the middle of nowhere and all the way into the place where a sigh is lost when friction is already committed and your body that feels rightly approached my restless gaze your eyes straying the air from your mouth slightly ajar and a whisper that jumps from your eyes comes to my being without the uneasy flirtation with MIME by clothing of a Si te quiero, it is a te quiero informal, stranger is a say not only that I miss least is as thirsty suede a little water the infant to a desired sweet is man vs. the body, desire that by his honour looks misguided embrace Me with your look, in a MIME in that form of verme emanating you when you’re thirsty from meof my words when you want you to love who loves you I am pleased your desire with all my desire approached Me, I pushed you in such a way townhouse in your present and memory I want to respect what is history but not tired or exhausted my thinking mimes occur less distant time is lost for us confuse day and night lights and other bodies situation is not already thought fighters lying beaten the short breath sample tiredness and denotes the taste, pleasure that subjugated a memory folds before the friction, perhaps a MIME of perhaps, and until an oversight which were responsible for a State of love in a morning of a day that wasn’t Sunday in an instant of life that took us to the two Samuel Akinin Levy original author and source of the article.. . .

| July 10th, 2024 | Posted in General |

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