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Jun 2014
You changed your nail polish, it used to match your; eyes, bag, boots, and belt. So perfect, in every way. you have styles, so naturally I felt.

Watching your hips, lift and sway. You feeling my eyes, feeling on you, along the way; as you walk away.

A devilish smile, will make an angel play.

Wound around your fingers, any time of day; hands are tied.  Circus O' Lay.  Beauty taming the Beast; so they say. A vanilla sky, names the time of day. Fresh Roasted Coco leaves by a coco bay, carpe diem, red snapper, rice a peas; hot summer day. ice cold teas; raspberry lemona, after lunch take a swim in the Bay; getting carried away. Life is Good; better, off, miles away. The boat swaying; I'm thinking bout riding your waves. things are currently looking like they're going that way.

two-piece bathing suit, not suited for adults- so it appears. What the naked eyes can see, my hands will adhere.

Your body is killing me slowly, I rather die. Crossing my fingers; the truth never lies. Your touch is keeping me ground; your *** gets me high. I don’t even know what I am talking about – I just know it sounds fly.
the title says it all
Styles
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