TiffanyLover

Naked in light, so slowly, that my wish tries to spur, and when semi -discovered each part I must stop the impatient impetus. Each fold is an irreverent devil that discovers and conceals, without showing you in your total splendor, and I have to enjoy in leisurely intermittent process. My eyes must be transformed into a hand that compelled pagan fervor will tear off the blouse of a pull. And in reciprocity we will tie our extremities, and we will fall from the challenges in the seizur

Nake me your hands slowly by supernating breasts and hips, and slide your diligent fingers between buttons, ties, zippers. Look at my eyes and open my blouse, and pick up your prison breasts, that my desire refuses you, and they are messenger desire. They open to you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue in the nipples, and I perceive tremors on my legs, and a scorching air in the lungs. There is no ambiguities in my offer, it goes without shameless or shyness, and although with frivolities dye, it always seems the first time. Kisses my hungry mouth with moisture, and make both languages ​​play in contact, there must be nothing to what does not consent, mine is the will, yours is the act. On the back there are unusual roads that my hand has never traveled, and your fingers sprout by swirls bristling the skin of my side. Shortly and delicate, my shoulders from the blouse are detached; I am semi -naked, and enraged, and I raise my arms, which they extend. Briefly stop at the waist, surround me in circular caresses, and explore the rest of my architecture, with a frank step to all my places. The skirt falls to the feet ..., finally naked ... what freedom and independence I feel. There is no hesitation or doubt, only serenity ..., and daring. My eyes are in your fixed eyes, and your hands are insistent; Soft contacts cause rejoicing, slow frictions come more frequent. Approach more, cover me whole, put me to you, and open my rose, give me a total kiss, so that it is in voluptuous fusion. Stand up and receive the double hug, and when you surround your body with my legs, introduce your fury of a slice to wake my internal cameras. The impetus, the groan and sweat will tell me that I am yours and you are mine; We will be mutually possessors, such as channel and waters in the river

Once again I have seized, I will love you once again, and you will have to love myself. Your rose will open without resistance, and I will flood your belly of my essence, exploiting your fantasy in color while you tell me yours and I make you mine. But I will not make you an ephemeral conquest that hugs only how much you see the view. The possession of the body is delusional, faster, as a ranking walker: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; But the wonder of this act is in the permanence of the contact: your skin next to my skin, warm and firm, incessant to look at me and smile; and an absolute blocking of the mind disregarding every absent shadow. The population of the world reduced to two lovers and a single life; And without wheels, only brakes, and next to me the offering of your breasts. We will both find ourselves suspended in a world further to the senses, an incorporeal world in which everything is soul, with passion still alive, but calm. How the eyes will talk to the eyes, decorcing the last hillings of the hidden, nebulae areas, where other roses withered. Now we will pick up the curtains, and the light will come to the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in total clarity, and without secrets. That's how you will hug me, I wait for you, so you have to love me, I love you.

The mirror has cheated me, sweet deception, returning an image that is not mine; My nakedness offers you every day wrapped only in the bathroom of the bathroom. He never returned a strange reflection, only to me, in my sadness or my joy, but today I saw that your face appeared under my brown hair. And when I stared at me, my wet skin felt present, and hugged me a slight chill. And I will not know if my delight came from your caress or my caress, mine your hands, and your face.

I let myself be touched by you in the streets in front of everyone, half-naked, you oppress some infinite part of my orgasm And once again your sharp sex is here opening my lips.

I hear your body with the watered and calm eagerness of one who is impregnated (from whom it emerges, from whom it extends saturated, a course of sperm) in the encrypted humidity (soft thick oracle; temple) in the silts, warm reservoirs, deltas, of its origin; I drink (your open and penetrable roots; on your lascivious shores - bright silt - heaths) the mossy designs, your dense saps (clubs of drunken vines) I smell in your deep, expectant edges, the embers, in your unctuous forests, the slopes. I hear (your tactile semen) the veins, the larvae; (fertile apse) I play in your living swamps, in your slats: the traces in your enveloping forge; the indications (I open to your anointed, oozing thighs; poured with light) I hear in your sour silt, at your shore: the palps, the omens - immersed acronyms; blasts-. In your atriums: the vitreous traces, the libations (fertile glebes), the boiling waters.

I will kiss you for a long time, my animals loose inside your senses, loving you in your insides like splinters of light. I will kiss you, I will cross your sky, I will enter your branches, I will circulate in your liquids, I will emerge from the bud of the bark of your trunk, I will feed on your garden. voice in the hills and the immense fields as you thought your animals loose inside my senses loving me in my bowels as a certainty as a fruit as a sign of territory Your voice in the hills and the immense fields under this purple sky this delight or cause in the middle of the rain in the middle of the ocean because your tree roots in the middle of my belly and this land lives you in the beginning and the end

I hear your body with the watered and calm eagerness of one who is impregnated (from whom it emerges, from whom it extends saturated, a course of sperm) in the encrypted humidity (soft thick oracle; temple) in the silts, warm reservoirs, deltas, of its origin; I drink (your open and penetrable roots; on your lascivious shores - bright silt - heaths) the mossy designs, your dense saps (clubs of drunken vines) I smell in your deep, expectant edges, the embers, in your unctuous forests, the slopes. I hear (your tactile semen) the veins, the larvae; (fertile apse) I play in your living swamps, in your slats: the traces in your enveloping forge; the indications (I open to your anointed, oozing thighs; poured with light) I hear in your sour silt, at your shore: the palps, the omens - immersed acronyms; blasts-. In your atriums: the vitreous traces, the libations (fertile glebes), the boiling waters. I hear your body with the watered and calm eagerness of one who is impregnated (from whom it emerges, from whom it extends saturated, a course of sperm) in the encrypted humidity (soft thick oracle; temple) in the silts, warm reservoirs, deltas, of their origin; I drink (your open and penetrable roots; on your lascivious shores - bright silt - heaths) the mossy designs, your dense saps (clubs of drunken vines) I smell in your deep, expectant edges, the embers, in your unctuous forests, the slopes. I hear (your tactile semen) the veins, the larvae; (fertile apse) I play in your living swamps, in your slats: the traces in your enveloping forge; the indications (I open to your anointed, oozing thighs; poured with light) I hear in your sour silt, at your shore: the palps, the omens - immersed acronyms; blasts-. In your atriums: the vitreous traces, the libations (fertile glebes), the boiling waters.