She … (The language)She is like yours, wet, pink,eager to be loved,She is beautiful, delicate, warm and passionate,waiting with vehemence, to be tasted …It’s naughty, soft, sweet, kind,and like yours, you want to make yourself unforgettable,when it hovers a body, it can be untamableuntil satisfying the desire, of the most unspeakable …Do not tell me I did not imagine itthat sits on another mouth and go tasting,little by little and gently, barely touching,until the other one is in your ear sighing …Do not lie to me, I have not thought about it,that with her you travel, to sacred places,provoking pleasures, never dreamed,and that I always remember you for such good results …Do not tell me, I have not imagined it,use it in love, it is the most quoted,Taste the pleasures of the legs, of the lips,of the neck, of the navel, of the feet of the beloved …And if you have not done it, what do you have to do?Not only tasting the most sophisticated wines,tasting hearts of the most unbridled,of those who make love, like two loversI put the tip of my greedy tongue in the centersameof the joyful mystery that you hide between your legstoasted by a hot sun the very bastardHelp mea better being, my love, cleanse my scourges, free me fromallmy sins and drag me back with pure sinsoriginals, now?
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