MelaniCarter

There's no more. Only woman to rejoice, only women's eyes to comfort us, only naked bodies, territories in which man does not shoot. If it is not possible to dedicate yourself to God at the time of growth, what to give the afflicted heart but the necessary death circle? We are in sex, pure beauty, heart alone and clean.

The imagination flies, as bird with rigid wings Otea the nakedness of the place, In its descent poses in the dense With great excitement His slenderness arroba, Silence breaks When the wind moan, Rauda ascends and when reaching climax Exhausta gives way to reality.

In the middle of the night revealed to you and guess my sleeping face. You support your mouth on my forehead, you leave, as to carelessness, your hand on my chest, until our beats are accompanied. In the middle of the night, hostile and dark, can you keep it for me, shuddering every movement that I make, until, feminine and helpless, you are dreaming like a tired angel. In the morning I have a joy that lives me All day, which assists me All day, without knowing for what is this, Why is it born.

Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that is today To heat my thalamus desert, My bohemian thalamus that cools. Come in your body, my beloved. Irropame in compliments, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, That surprises watching my agony. Even my lips with the honey, smelly to myrtle and carnations, that in your mouth drips enthusiasm; and melting regrets and pains In a free conjunction of love We enjoy pleasure in the spasm.

The imagination flies, like a bird with stiff wings, look at the nudity of the place, in its descent it perches in the thickness with much enthusiasm its thinness captures it, the silence is broken when the wind groans, it mounts rapidly and reaches the culminating point exhausted gives way to the The reality.

Take my pages one by one read me with your mouth Touchez mes pages Examine my texts Engage yourself in my story Rends-moi ton livre préféré et ne t'arrête pas jusqu'à la fin read me hard Doucement au crépuscule with the light of day
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Come, try me to be the fire of your corps. Provoke-moi pour que mes mains courent sur ta peau et ressentent le désir dans lequel brûlent nos corps. I will not be able to bear the pain of your death. You'll feel my lips on your neck, my hands on your breasts, the erection you get when you hear how you breathe desire. Try me. Try me.

Shoussures à talon, lingerie in black dentelle, les cheveux en l'air, essence de roses sur le cou, sa voix à l'autre bout du fil, respiration lourde, a rendez-vous, a hotel on the periphery, pas de montre, mais avec dix samouraïs qui lui courent dans le ventre, champagne rosé, samedi soir désir aiguisant. This is the first time I've seen you in my life. Without remorse.

And I felt your hands traveling my body, I felt them in my chest, in my belly, seizing my member. I felt caressing it, squeezing it, masturbating it. More and more intense as you felt my fingers stroking your wet sex. You listen to my hairs and continuous stronger. You press at my hand and an orgasm travels your body while my semen drains between your fingers..

Blonde, polished breasts of amaranta, For a Limad Librel tongue deviant lemons porches on the channel that amounts to your throat. Red, a curl bridge advances and set your undulating ivory burned. Bit and Corvo, in suspense, in the wind lifts you. Loneliness, asleep in thickness Fat your spirgy foot and descend from the high elmo to the sea of the plain. His body in shadow, dark, is turned on, and gladiatorial, like an impure embezzle Between Amaranta and his Amador he tends.

But girl, I recommend you Something of seduction in the screaming: Chastity cannot reduce lust; If I were hungry I would like to satisfy myself. I feel like the virtue and that the rear has its virtues. Since God rode to the swan More than one girl is afraid Though also suffers with pleasure that he clings to the swan song

Kisses Sweat Jadeos Groans and more kisses Petting Bites Love promises drowned on your lips Desire Lust Passion, fury, debauchery And when I feel I can't anymore And I want to get carried with you Just at that moment awake.

I love writing and reading poems of all kinds but erotic people make me crazy
Abandon again The verse for life protein I abandon the word to the Vulva meeting

Erotic thought root in the unconscious And as in a canvas Plasma in Claroscuro The nakedness of some lovers that with lust. In intercourse are linked The silence groans When the orgasm flow to Raudo Souls caress and a seal seals the alliance

I want to ride your body and melt into your silhouette. Travel it slowly That only your soul feels me. Aspi the rich aroma of your shivering skin For a tender caress of my blessed hand.

With my lyrics I fornicate your mind as my body would. You read me, you think of me, and your body reacts. You feel my hands running over you, desecrating your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you distill just from imagining that I'm the one who owns you. And you offer me, and in your mind I own you. Even with these letters alone I make you mine as much as I desire.

I looked at your hands and invented stories of flutters about my breasts, of soft friction among my thighs. Instantly Petals and feathers came In an unexpected rain To wet my senses. I learned to be eternally thirsty of honeycombs, while I looked at your hands.

And I felt your hands traveling my body, I felt them in my chest, in my belly, seizing my member. I felt caressing it, squeezing it, masturbating it. More and more intense as you felt my fingers stroking your wet sex. You listen to my hairs and continuous stronger. You press at my hand and an orgasm travels your body while my semen drains between your fingers..

Lunar Polynesian Lubrication In the polished sea of your hip. Tropic of tobacco and wood rocked by the waves of your seas. In the ice cream polar circles Your whole reverbera surface. Under the lights of your spring, about melting, glaciers. Salmon advances in your veins Meridians breaking in his madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile terrain, Azucenae orchard: such a varied wealth of beauty Weigh on your shoulders, that you lean.

Sitting next to you I feel a delicious moist heat run through my body. Your caresses are a balm that refreshes my skin, each kiss lights me up with desire and in the darkness I see you so clearly, I just need your essence, savor every part of you. Seeing you subtly moistened like grass in the early morning, agitated in the middle of a hurricane of passion with no more shelter than your pink skin touching and caressing your body and mine.

The imagination flies, like a bird with rigid wings look at the nakedness of the place, in its descent perches in the thick with great excitement his slenderness captivates him, the silence is broken when the wind moans, quickly rises and upon reaching the climax exhausted gives way to reality.

Show yourself naked now, your breasts are erect and they have their high cambers velvet softness, and they taste like red fruits your lips the color of a dream, and your belly is an offering of the sweetest poisons, where plush blooms in a perfect triangle. Show yourself naked now, filly of the four winds!

Sexologist by Antonomasia I have called you again. Prisoner of the fleshiness of your thighs. Listening to you erect the mythical morbidity of this goat entity. Weightlessness drags me into the labyrinth. More like an addict, free fall takes me to the center of the earth and I wish to continue towards the incorporeal abyss..
When I lifted your red perfumed skirts, like a rose, your face was a laugh; your black eyes were blacker and softer, The entire aroma of your body was lit. And about 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.. The reproach never had warmth or bitterness, you gave yourself everything just because, because you wanted to, and the roses burned from your garden with the sun They adorned your fatigue with a golden fragrance.