My hands they slowly cuddle from behind
Rightfully by the waist and pashing by the neck
Letting not to waste this heighten stride.
You set yourself free, twist facing me
Clasping me by the hips –
Giving me a pulsating kiss on the lips.
How can I turn on your requests?
To leave you to play on your own
And stay my fingers from you.
I would return in full-passion embrace
Preparing ourselves for a journey,
‘Tis journey deep into the deepest blue.
Distinctly a fiery peck on the lips
Ostensibly letting loose the fragments,
Baring but a shiny over coating.
The smooth texture of layers
Amplifies the rhythm of multiple pashing
Up beating the cadence of play.
When the clock strikes three,
It’s the beginning of an easement
Para gliding through an enjoying shiver.
Finishing with a Big Bang
The synthesis of a healthy strong girl,
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