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_♥Samantha Singh♥_

Come, epiphany intact and flirtatious, comforting my love who today died to warm my desert thalamus, my bohemian thalamus that cools. Wrap me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattering, if I wake up in the morning to the uncertain glow, that surprises me by veiling my agony. Disgusting my lips with honey, smelling the myrtles and carnations, dripping with enthusiasm in your mouth; and merging sorrows and pains into a free conjunction of loves, enjoy pleasure in the spasm.

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Come, intact and coquettish epiphany, comforting my love that today is dead to warm my deserted thalamus, my bohemian thalamus that is getting cold. Wrap me in your body, my beloved. Wrap me in flattery, if I awaken in the morning to the uncertain glow, which surprises veiling my agony. Cloying my lips with honey, smelling of myrtles and carnations, which drips enthusiasm into your mouth; and by merging sorrows and pains in a free conjunction of loves, let us enjoy pleasure in spasm..

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Come, intact and flirtatious epiphany, comforting my love that today is empty to warm my desert thalamus, my bohemian thalamus that cools. Embrace me in your body, my beloved. Throw me in flatteries, if I wake up from the morning to the uncertain radiance, that surprises watching my agony. Paddle my lips with honeys, scented with myrtle and carnations, that in your mouth flows enthusiasm; and melting grief and pain in a free conjunction of loves we enjoy the pleasure in the spasm.

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Polynesian polka dot lubrica in the polished sea of your hip. Tropic of tobacco and wood lulled by the waves of your seas. In the frozen Arctic Circles your entire surface resonates. Under the lights of your spring, the glaciers are about to melt. The salmon advances in your veins the meridians enter into their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile land, orchard of lilies: so varied a wealth of beauty weighs on your shoulders, that you bow down.

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Polynesian lubricity of polka dots in the polished sea of your hip. The waters of the lake are covered by the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. In the frozen polar circles, the entire surface of the Earth is reflected. The glaciers are melting, and the sun is shining on the edge of the glacier. The salmon advance through your veins meridians breaking in their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile land, orchard of lilies: such varied wealth of beauty weighs on your shoulders, that you bow.

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Lush Polynesia of polka dots on the polished sea of your hip. Tropic of tobacco and wood rocked by the waves of your seas. In the icy polar circles your whole surface will echo. Under the lights of your spring, about to melt, the glaciers. Salmons advance through your meridian veins breaking into their madness. Birds fly from your hills. Fertile ground, orchard of lily-of-the-valley: so varied wealth of beauty weighs upon your shoulders, that you bow down.

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"Pleasure is the best of compliments. " Coco Chanel The most charming moment of the afternoon behind the beautiful orange curtain. And on the table the tea and a bouquet of pale roses, and on the pouf in streaked silk, put away my skirt, showing my provocateur foot, I'attend that thou come to my cou, looking in bas à travers l'entonnoir shadow of my decolleté, creusé volontairement. I blushed and your fingers start making thoughtful warnings for my skirt they linger in the deep tunnels of the fold and the curly stars cross it of the guipure. Send-to-you, come receive these petals of roses, of petals like of thighs of vestals immaculate and voilées. That my mouth is full of soyeux, smooth and dense pieces like lips that come out of my teeth demanding a bite.. Bâillonnez-vous, le halètement de ton grand poignard, et sois ton baiser héraut des fleurs Dépêche-toi, détache les rubans, check the very hard comb of your serré, regarde-le, touche-le et sur ses pinacles raides see your saliva while I feel, in my legs, your menace.

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""The best of compliments". Coco Chanel The most charming moment of the afternoon behind the orange sheer curtain. And on the table the tea and a bouquet, faint roses, and on the ottoman of striped silk, the skirt spread out, my foot sticking out provocatively, I wait for you to approach my neck, lowering your gaze through the dark funnel of my neckline, hollowed out on purpose. I blush and your fingers begin thoughtful caution up my skirt; they linger in the deep tunnels of the pleats and run through the curled stars of the guipure. Hurry, come, receive these rose petals, petals like thighs of immaculate vestals, veiled. Let my mouth overflow with their silky pieces, smooth and dense like lips leaning over my teeth demanding the bite. Gag yourself, the panting of your high dagger, and let your kiss be the herald of the flowers. Hurry, untie the ribbons, check the very hard slope of the dark breast, look at it, touch it and on its stiff pinnacles spill your saliva while I feel, in my legs, your threat.

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"Pleasure is the best of compliments. " Coco Chanel The most charming moment of the afternoon behind the orange veil. And on the table the tea and a bouquet, fainting roses, and on the striped silk ottoman, extended skirt, protruding my provocative foot, I wait for you to come to my neck, descending the gaze through the dark funnel of my neckline, hollowed out on purpose. Smile at me and your fingers begin meditative carefulness on my skirt; they linger in the deep tunnels of the pleats and travel the curly stars of the guipure. Hurry, come, receive these rose petals, petals like thighs of immaculate vestals, veiled. That my mouth overflows in its silky pieces, smooth and dense like lips peering out of my teeth demanding the bite. Gagged, the gasp of your high dagger, and let your kiss be the herald of flowers. Hurry, unwind the tapes, check the hard slope of the tight breast, look at it, touch it and on its stiff pinnacles pour your saliva while I feel, in my legs, your threat.

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_♥Samantha Singh♥_