breaking free

III.I bet you can’t remember The smell on my neck The curve of my breast The heaving of my chest As you took meIII.
A one-finger caress Through dark, swirling hair A kiss on the collar, So bony and bare With the curves like the waves Of the wine-dark sea
I want to blow you From my mind, I want to blow you up I’m ready on my hands and knees To feel how you erupt
Press against me in your fire Your contour speaks so freely
Dream of my lips tonight My eyes and my hands and my hips Tonight
Love you passed
by =DianaCretu
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Heart speaks to heart.
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visit my page: [link]
Staff: Brazuca =[link]
Member: Painstation = [link]
Member:The Surreal Arts = [link]
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Heart speaks to heart.
My Gallery|My Website
nice photography uve got ^^
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- margaret
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ars longa. vita brevis.
- margaret
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ars longa. vita brevis.
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