Eroticism, like air to the lungs, sustains her mind, the greatest necessity but also her wildest obsession...
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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we're not kids anymore.
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todays bird
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Eroticism, like air to the lungs, sustains her mind, the greatest necessity but also her wildest obsession...
Random Xpressions
HAMBRE...
Sometimes, the only home we need is simply two arms and a heartbeat. Â
💖💖💖🦄🦄🦄💯💯💯
"Words are cheap. Feeling it—deep, steady, undeniable—that’s the rare part.
The kind of man who doesn’t just call you beautiful, but makes the world around you softer, safer, and more alive just by the way he sees you. Every ordinary Tuesday. Every tired silence. Every time you forget to believe it yourself."
‘And then she kissed him like a deep devouring kiss, the kind you want to disappear in - and never be found again.’ | NR Hart
The Only Way To Kiss.
Hmmm
Carezze
My touch.....
"Touch has a memory."
John Keats
My fingers are full of desire for your skin. To feel your measure, to want and to claim you without restraint. This love and lust and the ache within.
My hands reach with purpose, their intent is pleasure, to give, to take, touching the memories of us.
For touch does have a memory, for it is burnt into our hearts, our minds, our souls.
This connection between us, that consumes our days in thoughts and haunts our nights in dreams, draws us together.
For we are built for this purpose, to desire and be desired to our very cores. To love and be loved until this pain inside us, this unquenching ache is sated in each other and is no more.
Touch indeed has a memory .....can you feel my touch, the burning upon your flesh, the flush of heat in your skin, the pounding of your heart in your veins.
The passion of my touch, you feel it.... as I feel yours.
Touching memories.....
Always safe and secured in my arms.