Only You
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Last published Thu, Nov 3, 2016
Por que eu tenho o sentimento de que você está prestes a mudar minha vida?
Eu me apaixonei por aquele par de olhos chocolate ao leite, por aquele corpo dourado da cor do pecado exalando prazer . Eu me encantei por aquele sorriso maroto.Eu me entreguei de coração, com tesão e afagos em todos os meus poros , mais por que diabos isso tinha que acontecer comigo ?
Queria poder te tocar novamente e de uma forma louca , me deixando completamente sem ar , eu sei que vai voltar , mais não exatamente quando.
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