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12 Pm. . She is at rest The heat off her body is intoxicating I run my hands up and down her side Gripping her breast Soaring under cover and prying open her legs Sliding and kissing whats mine Taking my time Fastening my fingers in the warmness of her body Knowing its divine somewhere a shrine pouring myself inside her She lurches at the first stroke Moaning and Falling for more My name gestures from her lips Under her breathe so I give her what she wants Pulling her aboard as I climb into her Taking her gravity  and replacing it with my energy Stimulating to find the missing parts Cherishing her more than  a broken home Casing the sheets with our sweat and tone Exposing her as a diamond under the lenses Ending her tune Releasing my lust Finishing her spite Ending the night
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Le Survivant
12 Pm. . She is at rest The heat off her body is intoxicating I run my hands up and down her side Gripping her breast Soaring under cover and prying open her legs Sliding and kissing whats mine Taking my time Fastening my fingers in the warmness of her body Knowing its divine somewhere a shrine pouring myself inside her She lurches at the first stroke Moaning and Falling for more My name gestures from her lips Under her breathe so I give her what she wants Pulling her aboard as I climb into her Taking her gravity  and replacing it with my energy Stimulating to find the missing parts Cherishing her more than  a broken home Casing the sheets with our sweat and tone Exposing her as a diamond under the lenses Ending her tune Releasing my lust Finishing her spite Ending the night
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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