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SHE'S MY THRILL
The air smells of Latin passion,
I'm hungry today
I will not be modest with you,
Drown in you to the bottom ...
In the reflection of each other
To see the wild desire
Luscious your flesh is elastic,
We switched off consciousness
I want it rude today,
Without any permission
Lips whisper sweet delirium
Infinity of sensations ...
My biggest thrill in life
Sex and Reading
in the afternoon
until I fall asleep and take a nap.
I'm hungry today
I will not be modest with you,
Drown in you to the bottom ...
In the reflection of each other
To see the wild desire
Luscious your flesh is elastic,
We switched off consciousness
I want it rude today,
Without any permission
Lips whisper sweet delirium
Infinity of sensations ...
My biggest thrill in life
Sex and Reading
in the afternoon
until I fall asleep and take a nap.
Published 15th May 2021
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15th May 2021 12:40pm
15th May 2021 12:56pm
Oh that Latin passion is insatiable! To switch off consciousness and love insanely is to live.
Sex and reading, love it! :)
Sex and reading, love it! :)
