you rip the sleeve down my shoulder
bare breasts in loosely shirt
I rise against the wall like a deity
the prey eyes drag me in dark caves
I can feel my ribs scratching to the rocks
I'm loving the pain, even if there is blood
your raging mouth is tearing my skin
the heart is screaming in hard beats
my miniskirt ride above the hips
and my legs are crossed behind your back
you enter tensely shaking my feet
we howl creating rifts

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After her pussy milked and
swallowed his cock...

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Shirtless right behind the door
I come with hopeless passions
seek help through lips miserably

your hand goes over my back,
creasing my shirt
with consuming kisses I almost fall back,
but, end up hanging in your arm
and rocking the walls

It's time to bare the bodies
our favorite activity
looking at me like the first time
you still keep making me shy

they way you touch my body
the heat that spread wildly
eagerly my brain goes lusty

we start seeing each other as prey
hungrily we mess the room
we don't mind the dirt, on thirsty sheet
we soak, cumming recurring

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To eat with you
in the late evenings
to sit in the living room
watching together
our favorite sports
as you caress my hair
my head on your lap

Jumping up
Dragging you
in the middle of the room
put on a passionate Spanish song
and I start teaching you
some romantic dance moves
we synchronize the hips
I collide with you
making exciting wave
you advance spinning me
and then you pull my waist,
slamming me against your body

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There where romance begins after war...

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He is her salvation!

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Love after Dawn

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it was smooth, brushing our thoughts
as if we were in a waking dream
no time, losing depth without haste
even the morning lights do not end the
dark, united with the night
the stars are walled in your eyes
the way we feel each other tonight
the fast heartbeats testify,
there is no turning back,
signing our souls with passion and desires
now our skins rub firmly
getting ruthless by not reaching the enough closeness
pulling as if a strong wind separates us

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these feelings

aren't roots that I can pull out, scratching
with nails, not even like the deep ones with
branches that can be dug up and be torn
to pieces with shovels,

these feelings are like veins of lightning
strong and destructive, fiery and brighter
than sunlight, they can come suddenly but
they don't leave without a trace

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