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I love to

I love to run my fingers 
through your silky, brown 
tresses. I love to touch you 
in your soft, white, cotton 
sundresses. I love your 
hot, humid, tender caresses.
I love to place my mouth and 
kiss you on your round, ruby lips. 
I love to hold you 'round your 
swaying, nubile hips. I love to 
touch and move my hands on your 
smooth, satin skin with my fingertips. 
I love to see the sun shine on your 
sweet, smilin' face. I love to see 
you run with beauty and grace. I love 
to feel your body in a full, frontal 
embrace. I love to hear the laughter 
in your voice. I love it that you made 
me your loving choice. I love to 
celebrate your heart and rejoice.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤










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