Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your smile... it's all beauty in its purest form. I imagine your short physique, your warm completion and your soft skin... I just can't get enough. Dreaming and dreaming, it will never stop. Your lips on mine, your lips on mine, your lips on mine. The heat so overwhelming. Your hands leaving a trail of electricity while our heart rate increases. Eyes closed, bodies filled with passion. You're mine, you're mine, you're mine. All I can imagine is you, Maryann.
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Scars Of A Black Soul
PoesíaHere are some poems that I have thought of and conjured in my own creative mind.
