One..an embrace..2 simulates our being..i see a flaming fixture..a towering
passion.what waits to expose your sexual behavior..where i come as your helper..
my deep composure..what compels me to midnight pleasure..what calls for..the kind of sounds...i long for..you lay me down..whisper..Ilove you..while heat draws me
close.where i touch your smooth rubdown..with sweet emollents..spread my flesh
around ya...midsection..where toes performs..acts in shakespeare..where your
soul plays a soft elixir..holding on2 me..the smell of our air captures ourselves..
i wear..the footaction..dive down..below secretion..what lures..devours..your attachment..the subject of mystery..the room with walls so boxed..2 inject..b the square left in u..where i elect as taught..learns da victory..the body warms..so sensitive..and yet..so provocatively understanding..once the art form touches me
and strikes..whays me against the firey edge of limbs..clinging 2..prevent a fall..where love grabs..cums as close proximeter..where hands begin to take your innocence right from under and in front of 4play..works it's taste among your
strong holdin..me..an in2locking phase..acts out..whats waiting..where i sneak
in2 pants bulging for romance..what gave u comfort..the stroke of agenius..
picturing our love..but..what don't feel..now..my soul draws to a close..
the box folds..i'm left to collect dreams...what gave us no days of wine and roses..spent..but an later date to start all over again..what wears a foot in mouth..thinking..you was inside sagging..without no lines left 2 shakespeare..
no acts 2 follows..where completion yearns 2 be worn deep..taking you home..commiting encore effects..where my feet cums out of your draws..standing
2 ovulation..the climax..an end 2 hormone comsumption..what closes the curtain..
found from a singular motion..2 rotate..a picture of touch..the cut above da rest..what gives the love4 plays of shakespeare in love..the restoration of life..where death..i wore..cums alive 4ever more..CREATE..
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
IN2..LOCKING..PHASE ONE IN SHAKESPEARE
One..an embrace..2 simulates our being..i see a flaming fixture..a towering
passion.what waits to expose your sexual behavior..where i come as your helper..
my deep composure..what compels me to midnight pleasure..what calls for..the kind of sounds...i long for..you lay me down..whisper..Ilove you..while heat draws me
close.where i touch your smooth rubdown..with sweet emollents..spread my flesh
around ya...midsection..where toes performs..acts in shakespeare..where your
soul plays a soft elixir..holding on2 me..the smell of our air captures ourselves..
i wear..the footaction..dive down..below secretion..what lures..devours..your attachment..the subject of mystery..the room with walls so boxed..2 inject..b the square left in u..where i elect as taught..learns da victory..the body warms..so sensitive..and yet..so provocatively understanding..once the art form touches me
and strikes..whays me against the firey edge of limbs..clinging 2..prevent a fall..where love grabs..cums as close proximeter..where hands begin to take your innocence right from under and in front of 4play..works it's taste among your
strong holdin..me..an in2locking phase..acts out..whats waiting..where i sneak
in2 pants bulging for romance..what gave u comfort..the stroke of agenius..
picturing our love..but..what don't feel..now..my soul draws to a close..
the box folds..i'm left to collect dreams...what gave us no days of wine and roses..spent..but an later date to start all over again..what wears a foot in mouth..thinking..you was inside sagging..without no lines left 2 shakespeare..
no acts 2 follows..where completion yearns 2 be worn deep..taking you home..commiting encore effects..where my feet cums out of your draws..standing
2 ovulation..the climax..an end 2 hormone comsumption..what closes the curtain..
found from a singular motion..2 rotate..a picture of touch..the cut above da rest..what gives the love4 plays of shakespeare in love..the restoration of life..where death..i wore..cums alive 4ever more..CREATE..
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