Good Morning. I love waking up to your scent and tasting the flavour of the sunrise on your skin.
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Your body belongs to me now.
Six Sexy Words
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Come away with me,
And let's dance the night away,
Where it's just you and I,
Where nothing else matters...
©️randik86
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Let me leave these here in one easy to find post.
@sh0rtsh1tsw0rld fan post
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mmmmnggghh fuckkk please touch me please please I'll rub myself on you, desperate for your touch... stroking myself nicely for you, moaning as you praise me 😫 I'll put on such a good show playing with myself! begging you to let me cum with your touch
Pretty boy, why would I put my hands on you when you look just so beautifully wrecked on your own? It's so much more fun to watch you touch yourself, to hear those cute frustrated moans, you can be a good boy for me and cum without help, can't you?
Here, I'll hold your hips for you, run my hands up your back to your shoulders so I can feel your muscles flexing as you're stroking yourself, and back down to your ass - but I won't touch your cock, that's your job for now, and you're dealing so well on your own, aren't you?
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"I'm all over you like a clingy crack fiend in love with those cocaine lips.."
I'm all over you like an addict with a habit that just can't stop, cause every time your clothes fall off I get high on you - eUë
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exquisite moment
what am i dying for?
'cause i swear its more than
i'm alive for
is it ok to see in you
more than you really are?
i like to imagine
things...
but i suppose that's where
i fall apart
i wish i was closer to the
human i am
when im in the
depths
of my revealing marks
skin to skin
when you first unclothed yourself
you asked my permission
and, as we came in contact
i shuddered
with relief
oh, sweet remission
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Beata Jencks, P.h. D. - Your Body: Biofeedback at its best - Nelson-Hall - 1979
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Musicians were not born, they were made, out of practice and passion. You'd find them playing their instruments for hours and hours at end, trying to create a rhythm out of it. Allow me, if you would, to test my fingers and my hands on you, to see what music would it create, each stroke bringing forth a different sound, each touch leading to a different tone. A thousand stringed instrument takes a lot of time and practice. Allow me, if you would, to master this instrument, to play to my heart's fill, to discover the music in you that's never been heard before. My hands, your body - the ingredients to the greatest melody in its making. Shall we not then begin..?
Random Xpressions
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