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we started out in a in a parking lot with no shopping cart look at us now appeal to her desperation for a moment in her sunshine's bravado she dose not think beyond the moment despite my effort i drink her in and she is such sweet nectar it is thinly disguised that she is no snowbunny as she pulls herself from my bed her deep rich tan only flavours my desires as i pull her back in her thick musky taste so intoxicating flawless in her unique beauties we lounge in the sun's dying breath and quietly marvel at the skyscape of colours she places casual hand on my arm and i catch breath isn't to be read into but see that allure inspite and with that desire lingering plunge slowly back into her subtle skin into the long sweet night of her lips once again i float the rational shes as smart as sinfully beautiful but with a quickness towers of the absurd fall under pretender's preface she entangles me with the most sinister of **** laughs and we spend the night deep in eachother again
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
sinister of ****
we started out in a in a parking lot with no shopping cart look at us now appeal to her desperation for a moment in her sunshine's bravado she dose not think beyond the moment despite my effort i drink her in and she is such sweet nectar it is thinly disguised that she is no snowbunny as she pulls herself from my bed her deep rich tan only flavours my desires as i pull her back in her thick musky taste so intoxicating flawless in her unique beauties we lounge in the sun's dying breath and quietly marvel at the skyscape of colours she places casual hand on my arm and i catch breath isn't to be read into but see that allure inspite and with that desire lingering plunge slowly back into her subtle skin into the long sweet night of her lips once again i float the rational shes as smart as sinfully beautiful but with a quickness towers of the absurd fall under pretender's preface she entangles me with the most sinister of **** laughs and we spend the night deep in eachother again
by now you are very weary of hearing how much i adore her...but i believe that if i said it in a million ways in a million languages a billion times it just simply wouldn't be enough
mark-john-junor-1
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
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