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With this single hand I throw myself loving you from afar. Lying under the old window, I wait for the sweat to go cold, I contemplate the labyrinth of my arms. I own a rectangle of sky that I will never reach. But we must be more objective, forget the worries, the disappointments, the useless desire for verses that testify to life..

Cover me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises by veiling my agony. Impalement my lips with honey, smelling of myrtles and carnations, that enthusiasm drips into your mouth; and fusing sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves, let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

When I lifted your red scented skirts, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, the entire aroma of your body lit up. And above the madness of the summer moment your warm hair blinded your eyes. A pout of annoyance curled your lip and you showed your luminous Chinese teeth.

Oh you, sweeter, more endless that sweetness, carnal love among the shadows: from other days you emerge filling with heavy pollen your cup, in delight. From the full night of outrages, night like wine runaway, rusty purple night I fell to you like a wounded tower, and between the poor sheets your star It pulsed against me, burning the sky.

The roses pulsated above your breasts hard Like a flora of white cambric that your arms were warmly pink full, the laces tempted with interview meats What candid lust in your bowed curls reds! Oh, your cheeks, matte like jasmine, under the black flame of the deep big eyes about the warm passion of carmine roses!

You tremble, and your crazy hair spreads like shadow hooks in your juicy flesh. My hands, bonfires of five flames, lick the marble of your body until it turns pink. Spread at my feet like a white carpet you tremble; With your tremors I express verses of anguish. Your lip is a trail of blood towards spasm; You are a fountain of fever among the shadows.

My mouth is engraved like a seal in your mouth and in the morbidities of your warmed breast my pupil, a vial of vertigo, is stuck. Kneaded in you, like a claw of chill, I will become extinct, my nerves like pink smoke They will go in spirals of kisses into the void.

I miss sex. All its aspects. All my respects. Perversion is understanding. Put your face in the vagina with a mouth full of aspirin and an unknown finger in the ass. And ten minutes later sit in a cab like it was nothing, legs crossed..

I was with a young man and I finally knew what it was the violent outburst, the vibrating agility, honeyed cavities in the fleshy pulp gently ajar to the dehiscent edge, the perfect gear, the precise density of spilled juices, the proper inclination, the exact position, and the wisdom of silence, the Beauty of a glans.

Omit it more than what is omitted when he reaches and defines his aporia, lights up on the back of your day a planet in the night of meaning. Not by hand: he doesn't enjoy being hurt, by Berninian arrow or by mania of abruptness, the temple moistened (from Venus, the second). Someday lubricants or natural means you will put between the edges with deviousness prudence, or with salivated caution that mitigate the burning of your entrance: because of love and ardor in the annals of the story the nuptial is encrypted.

Listen to me, please! Do you hear the hum of my body responding to seeing that cinnamon skin of yours, so beautiful? My heart keeps time.. She touched you, you touch me.. i CARESS every part of your body.. I come to your damp cave of roses.. You tremble, you sigh loudly.. i hug you from behind.. You feel my erect member rub against your buttocks... You grab it, you squeeze it, you moan.. The two, ecstatic.. You turn around, kiss me and tell me; "Kiss me, hey, bend me over here, doggy style, give me hard and. "

How I would like to be the underwear that kisses your buttocks with its threads and that at the same time caresses your vaginal lips every time you walk down the street. Thoughtful, who will make you rich love. While I Here, who desires you like water to the earth, which moves Desperate to calm the dryness of your arid and thirsty skin. I'd like to be the one who penetrates you deeply, while you moan like a wild animal in jealousy.. I want to take a trip from your clitoris to your mountainous breasts. Let me come inside your dreams and fill your desperate soul with my hot semen.

Hello doctor, I have a disease. I can only cure myself with this girl's medicine. I'm sure my nausea will go away when she wears her stockings, but I'm going to fall into a coma if I don't see her thong. I know my mood will rise if she wears it. This pretty garter belt doesn't require an injection, just a lot of action with the hottie, Doctor, I don't need any prescription anymore because I've already seen her naked..

You are near me, forbidden desired, within my reach, you insinuate yourself, you offer yourself with provocative gestures, to my eyes, to my hidden desires. To my sleeping lust, hidden in the genes, I look at you, I ask for your ripe body like fruit that when biting it leaves my mouth red. I imagine you horizontal in my feline shelter and my claws caressing you, tearing your intimacy.. I am loving you, as you want, you are perfect It burns your skin, your blood burns, you know it. Your body moans, cries with pleasure, with love, You are close to me, like a perverse angel victorious or defeated, smiling, coveted and evil.

A blind man chain himself to the life in the midst of secret humidity pretending to be creature or perhaps demon accomplice of an angel greedy and sad a bleeding a chain a fierce agony between the imprecise and virgin light of an eclipse closed lips and eyes but open lost flowered

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I can't silence the voice of this instant firebird that appears in the dark crystal so seductive whispering a hundred fires with my fingers, come. Yes in the thirsty blue mirror my clumsy lamb skin becomes a lion, cruel claw that floods the warm foreign hole will tear a syllable out of your heart, come. Let me sink into your balcony, May I exile myself daily between your kisses that breaks my stars into pieces of sun May it be the color of your blood and your dreams, come come.

I just saw how attractive you are, and I would like to know if your personality is too.

With this single hand I throw myself loving you from afar. Lying under the old window, I wait for the sweat to go cold, I contemplate the labyrinth of my arms. I own a rectangle of sky that I will never reach. But we must be more objective, forget the worries, the disappointments, the useless desire for verses that testify to life..

I can't silence the voice of this instant firebird that appears in the dark crystal so seductive whispering a hundred fires with my fingers, come. Yes in the thirsty blue mirror my clumsy lamb skin becomes a lion, cruel claw that floods the warm foreign hole will tear a syllable out of your heart, come. Let me sink into your balcony

And, May I exile myself daily between your kisses that breaks my stars into pieces of sun May it be the color of your blood and your dreams, come come.

Almost at dawn between shadows, the weak lightning of the storm illuminated your nakedness, it was provocation it was your naked skin that he incited. the sleepy nature to wake up, responding to the heart, time stopped was a mute witness, of lovers' embrace, of sudden love, pleasant, forbidden, of shared feelings of total delivery, that only lovers They know how to keep secrets.

Woman, you are fresh grass that grows in the meadows and forests, you are a rose bush that blooms even in the cold winter, you are birds, you are a deer, fresh grass, sweet pineapples, you are everything that produces pleasure and joy, you are living nature. , beautiful Poppy and the ever-living one

I want to be the reason for your smile, the haven in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the revelation of your fantasies.. I want to be your secret admirer, the one who in the heat of the day is satisfied with just looking at you and at night satisfies your fantasies.. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your vehement desires, to the humidity of your skin.. I want to be, your placid tiredness, the one that awakens your longings and wets your desires, the furtive lover.. your faithful companion.

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands, I want you to be for me alone, drink a breath of life from your thighs and wet everything, and wet everything. You seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I nail my lightning like a Zeus of lasciviousness, like a faceless god, seeking your protection, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and wet everything. Enjoy me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, breaks and I sprout and come out and flood you and fill your garden, your labyrinth, where I get lost and hide to light you up. and wet everything, and wet everything.

Your fiery gaze, your feline walk, your hands like hot roses, your heart of night and summer, emerge from their retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be fertile land in spring and destination of my ships without name, murky sailboats that ascend gently and slowly Through the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms, intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to approach and make your embrasure mine to be flesh and blood with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of fuss and wet surrenders. , of sweet arms and hugs on a precipice, that with passion sink and bury a root in a fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

I'm taking it off, first one foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, you open the doors to paradise for me, I moisten it. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. My hands go up while my mouth continues down, you bite your lips, I notice how you like it and I want to stop. Your skin, as soft as satin fabric, I touch it with the tips of my fingers, I raise them to your mouth, you wet them and they come in to give you pleasure; gentle, slow and then I increase speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I enter you once again I feel your nails on my back, I hear the moans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I want you more and more. I want to finish, that we do it together…. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more of paradise while it was raining.

Admire and enjoy my sexy and hot body baby.

I think of you. Skin to skin. I inhale the aroma of your body while I feel how your hands caress me. I feel them running through my warm touch. Our lips join together. You eat me. I eat you. Our tongues play. We both drool... My hands search for your breasts that dig into my chest. My playful fingers on your nipples make moans come from your lips.. You lie me down and I feel how your wet sex engulfs my member. You move with soft movements while your breasts demand my kisses. With treachery I eat them while your pelvis accelerates its movement. I feel how your sex contracts.. Your moans are increasing.. I feel how you reach climax and I gush out. You silence my moans by joining your lips to mine.

I'm taking it off, first one foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, you open the doors to paradise for me, I moisten it. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. My hands go up while my mouth continues down, you bite your lips, I notice how you like it and I want to stop. Your skin, as soft as satin fabric, I touch it with the tips of my fingers, I raise them to your mouth, you wet them and they come in to give you pleasure; gentle, slow and then I increase speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I enter you once again I feel your nails on my back, I hear the moans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I want you more and more. I want to finish, that we do it together…. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more of paradise while it was raining.

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Vaivan in your awakened pupils, eyes that dance to the rhythm of the shoulders, long skin at its quivering root, the anxious stalactite of desire, snail that is embedded in the ears; your eyes sudden, terrible. Ah your eyes! And madness, enchantment and more madness.

I want to see the sparkle in your eyes, the restlessness of my fiber, the dew in your hands holding onto my river, the corner where the most beautiful lives.. I want to be in the blood of your seal roe leaf in the previously empty glass, be, love, your flavor in the summer, the delight in the pulse of your neck. I want to walk your sweat and your saliva, dare to taste the living water that in your kiss reflects the sweetness of the aromatic pond and its smoothness; swift and burning water that captivates shine of water that fills my cleft.

I have a great mood, I love having fun with you constantly, I enjoy what I do daily in my broadcasts and it would be a pleasure for me to continue sharing my days with you!

From your hips to your feet I want to take a long journey. I'm smaller than an insect. I go through these hills, they are oatmeal colored, they have thin footprints that only I know, burned centimeters, pale perspectives.. There is a mountain here. I will never get out of it.. Oh what a giant moss! And a crater, a rose of moistened fire! Through my legs I descend, spinning a spiral or sleeping on the journey, and I reach your round hard knees like the hard peaks of a clear continent. Towards your feet I slip, at the eight openings, from your sharp, slow, peninsular fingers, and from them the emptiness of the white sheet I fall, blindly and hungry searching for your burning vessel contour!

I dissolve in the magic, I turn in the middle of the pulpy fruit, I hear the soft noise of the burning ember, the moist language anchored in the mouth. A drum announces your pulse, your dark river. I look at myself deep ash I am now.

I settled myself carefully folded among the white clothes in the closet You took the sheets off your bed and put me on top sheet You slipped under the covers and I covered you inch by inch Then we were swept away by the hurricane and fell gasping in the eye of the storm Now you lie bathed in sweat with your gaze lost on the ceiling and the top sheet still tangled between your legs..

With this single hand I tire myself loving you from afar. Lying under the old window, I wait for the sweat to go cold, I contemplate the labyrinth of my arms. I own a rectangle of sky that I will never reach. But we must be more objective, forget the worries, the disappointments, the useless desire for verses that testify to life.. Celebrate the silence of a satisfied body, that godless height to which our mortal flesh reaches. Thus knowing the fullness that some of us pursue: a man, under the sky, sees his hands.

Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that is stiff today to warm my desert bed, my bohemian bed that grows cold. Cover me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I wake up From the morning to the uncertain glow, that surprises by veiling my agony. Impalement my lips with honey, smelling of myrtles and carnations, that enthusiasm drips from your mouth; and melting sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves Let us enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

I ish you a happy night and very good wet dreams by my side!

I would love to share with you and know a little more about your taste, don't hesitate to talk to me, I'm here for you!

Every morning the same amazement, always new: seeing how natural your body is for you.

How beautiful is that red, wet smile that opens, like a sex offered to me, to ask something I don't understand.

I feel very lucky to have you here with me!

Do you like this sexy girl? I hope so.

I am a sexy girl and thirsty for delicious sex!

The erotic thought takes root in the unconscious and as on a canvas it captures in chiaroscuro the nudity of lovers who with lust. In intercourse are linked, the silence moans as the orgasm flows quickly, the souls caress each other and a seal seals the alliance.

Merry Christmas my loves!

I will tell you a fact about me, I am a very happy and outgoing person, I also love to be and look very sensual all the time, please those who make me want to touch myself and have fun, and I also love having new experiences.