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she will move him with her mystique sweet smile, **** scene eyes that beckon a nearby need will have him walking soon, moving with a certain rhythm a desire to taste her situation he can’t call it anything else until perhaps she offers him more, yet, he waits, trepidation he needs to let her make the choice, he won’t find himself in a coveted posture if haste breaks their eye contact. Intense now her gaze rules his mind, that has quickly shut off except to feel his unraveling passion’s gasp for more, a need, to walk inside her world her vacancy she needs to have a … new notion to perhaps caress her state of mind. Always cautious he can’t really ever decide whether she wants him, or simply would like to play him, until she’s suddenly bored, outside the lair, he stands hopeful, yet anticipates a certain … confusion.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Sweet Lair
she will move him with her mystique sweet smile, **** scene eyes that beckon a nearby need will have him walking soon, moving with a certain rhythm a desire to taste her situation he can’t call it anything else until perhaps she offers him more, yet, he waits, trepidation he needs to let her make the choice, he won’t find himself in a coveted posture if haste breaks their eye contact. Intense now her gaze rules his mind, that has quickly shut off except to feel his unraveling passion’s gasp for more, a need, to walk inside her world her vacancy she needs to have a … new notion to perhaps caress her state of mind. Always cautious he can’t really ever decide whether she wants him, or simply would like to play him, until she’s suddenly bored, outside the lair, he stands hopeful, yet anticipates a certain … confusion.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
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