I can't stop trying
I just keep on trying and trying and trying
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It can be very tiring sometimes.
My gift is my ability to love. I know it can flow from me like a molten river of encompassing warmth. The intensity of magma searing hot beyond the imagination lies dormant beneath the heart's forming crust.
I don't want a crusty heart. I want to give my imagination and my tenderness to some man's hardness. A firm man's body supple beneath my restless touching fingers. Touching that flat smooth place. Ruffling the hair in the valley on the chest. Stroking biceps down to forearms... oh but i digress into that delightful sexual realm.
But there is more to a man (and a woman) than that. The chemistry and balance in the rhythms of deep rumbling speech counter point to soft feminine whisper.
The come hither look that would melt the frost off a pumpkin is gazing on your harvest... What succulents does your garden bare? Did i say bare? Maybe i meant bear...
...
un(stolen)kisses taste like sour grapes.
My gift is my ability to love. I know it can flow from me like a molten river of encompassing warmth. The intensity of magma searing hot beyond the imagination lies dormant beneath the heart's forming crust.
I don't want a crusty heart. I want to give my imagination and my tenderness to some man's hardness. A firm man's body supple beneath my restless touching fingers. Touching that flat smooth place. Ruffling the hair in the valley on the chest. Stroking biceps down to forearms... oh but i digress into that delightful sexual realm.
But there is more to a man (and a woman) than that. The chemistry and balance in the rhythms of deep rumbling speech counter point to soft feminine whisper.
The come hither look that would melt the frost off a pumpkin is gazing on your harvest... What succulents does your garden bare? Did i say bare? Maybe i meant bear...
...
un(stolen)kisses taste like sour grapes.