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I know a woman that likes to be alone in her room. I sometimes watch her from the half shut curtain inside her little universe. Have you ever imagined the fullness of a woman alone? There is a certain beauty that can only be captured if she can’t see you. One of these nights I saw light coming out of her window I said “I will just have a quick look, she will never find out” A room full of plants, because she needs to feel needed. A room full of smoke, full of candle lights and Dior perfume. She is sensually moving her two hips, marked by a man’s passion. Standing in front of her mirror, trying to fall in love with herself Since no one else does. Her satin pink robe, wrinkles on the curves of her **** while I try to imagine the smell of her skin and her thick black hair. I said “A woman alone can make you fall in love” And then She lays on the floor and I can hear music coming out of that window While she is rubbing her back on the soft carpet And flowers are blossoming between her thighs.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
A woman alone
I know a woman that likes to be alone in her room. I sometimes watch her from the half shut curtain inside her little universe. Have you ever imagined the fullness of a woman alone? There is a certain beauty that can only be captured if she can’t see you. One of these nights I saw light coming out of her window I said “I will just have a quick look, she will never find out” A room full of plants, because she needs to feel needed. A room full of smoke, full of candle lights and Dior perfume. She is sensually moving her two hips, marked by a man’s passion. Standing in front of her mirror, trying to fall in love with herself Since no one else does. Her satin pink robe, wrinkles on the curves of her **** while I try to imagine the smell of her skin and her thick black hair. I said “A woman alone can make you fall in love” And then She lays on the floor and I can hear music coming out of that window While she is rubbing her back on the soft carpet And flowers are blossoming between her thighs.
FemaleBukowski
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26/F/Amsterdam
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
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