Sur ma langue
"My langue moves silently when speaking the language of love as your body awaits my sweet translation. From your lips to mine, I can taste your excitement. Pulling me closer, your love continues to shower me as remnants of your affection linger effortlessly sur ma langue. Who knew human flesh could be this delectable as the movements I provide encourage you to grace me with the presence of your sweet nectar. Disregard attempting self control. As the holy ghost still remains a mystery,I anticipate coming to your conclusion."
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Aveugle (Poetry)
PoetryBlindfold me then ask me what's the first beautiful vision that comes to mind and I guarantee your name would roll off of my langue with the greatest of ease. When I think of you, my mind can't stop racing from the endless possibilities of you and...
