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Aug 2017
I was set in Stone
but in the way I found love
I found pleasure, I found a lack of fear
taking all of me.

I found sleep, and arousal, grabbing hands, to feel free.

Your arms around me
your hands grabbing me
you're everywhere of me
and I allow you gladly to do it

I can feel you hard - for me
I remain shy - storm in a teacup
I just want to relax, exist, feel
No rushing about what should be

Sweet shyness sweet teenager
opening her eyes like a newborn child
if I could get this spell everyday, I would
Get me a spoonful of you
Put me on a diet of us

And though the devil he soars
for a second he was apart
Can you follow my slow dance? Can you?
If you can't, someone will do.

It's so soft this dance
we are dancing in this sofรก
but it is the perfect pace
for my metal legs, my tired feet

It was like an angel showing who I really could be
Your hands all over me
give me fever
I have Little power as a stove
but today you turned me on.

I moaned - Deep, from my throat
You pulled it out from me, I didn't know
We rekindled the flame, the devil felt he was being called
and he destroyed it all somehow
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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