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Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac Getting off the bed, taking the shower, Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips.. Deducing the guilt I suffered yet, Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming From genteel vapid to a strumpet It feels great to be in his hands again , Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel Where our bodies check in Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover.. Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience, Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo Wearing the apparel that seems alright , aND So Provocative That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved The GrEY Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
THE EVANGELIC RHYTHMS
Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac Getting off the bed, taking the shower, Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips.. Deducing the guilt I suffered yet, Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming From genteel vapid to a strumpet It feels great to be in his hands again , Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel Where our bodies check in Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover.. Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience, Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo Wearing the apparel that seems alright , aND So Provocative That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved The GrEY Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
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