Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go
Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.
Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus. So **** there.
So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.
I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.
If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.
Woman.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go
Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.
Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus. So **** there.
So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.
I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.
If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.
Woman.
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