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ð™ģ𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 ðšĄ 𝙚𝚒𝚗𝚐
â†ģ 𝚙𝚕𝚊ðšĒ𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝















































ð—īð—Ūð—ŋð—ąð—ēð—ŧ ð—ļð—ķ𝘀𝘀ð—ē𝘀 𝘅 ð—īð—ķ𝘃ē𝗞ð—ŧ

"ð˜īð˜ļð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜ĩ ð˜Ļð˜ģð˜Ēð˜Īð˜Ķ, ð˜Ģ𝘭ð˜ķð˜Ķð˜Ģð˜Ķð˜ģð˜ģ𝘚. 𝘊 ð˜īð˜ļð˜Ķð˜Ēð˜ģ 𝘊 𝘭𝘰𝘷ð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Ēð˜īð˜ĩð˜Ķ, ð˜ļð˜Ķ𝘭𝘭, 𝘊'𝘭𝘭 ð˜Ģð˜Ķð˜Ī𝘰ð˜Ūð˜Ķ ð˜Ē ð˜Ūð˜Ēð˜Ŋ ð˜ĩ𝘰ð˜Ŋ𝘊ð˜Ļð˜Đð˜ĩ. 𝘊ð˜ĩ'ð˜ī ð˜ĩ𝘊ð˜Ūð˜Ķ ð˜ĩ𝘰 𝘧𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ 𝘰ð˜ķð˜ĩ. ð˜ąð˜ķð˜ĩ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜ąð˜Đ𝘰ð˜Ŋð˜Ķ 𝘰ð˜Ŋ ð˜ī𝘊𝘭ð˜Ķð˜Ŋð˜ĩ, ð˜ąð˜ķð˜ĩ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜­ð˜Šð˜ąð˜ī 𝘰ð˜Ŋ ð˜Ū𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ķ, 𝘭ð˜Ķð˜ĩ'ð˜ī ð˜Ļð˜Ķð˜ĩ ð˜īð˜ĩð˜Ēð˜ģð˜ĩð˜Ķð˜Ĩ. 𝘊ð˜ĩ'ð˜ī ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜īð˜ĩ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ ð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ 𝘊, ð˜ļð˜Đ𝘊𝘭ð˜Ķ 𝘊 ð˜ĩð˜Ē𝘎ð˜Ķ ð˜Ē ð˜īð˜ĩð˜ģ𝘊ð˜Ĩð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜ģ𝘰ð˜ķð˜Ļð˜Đ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜Ļð˜Ēð˜ģð˜Ĩð˜Ķð˜Ŋ."

- time and time again, the thoughts of the pair combing souls in the sense of intimacy has come to mind but the fear of becoming addicted kills the moment, knowing they wouldn't bare to keep their hands off one another. making love is just more than ripping each other's clothes off and going at it, but it's more of the feeling that counts. silk sheets and moans that sound like song melody's, a burning love jones almost. the act of blossoming into a man or a woman and the newly found lost of innocence.
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ð—Ūð—đð—đ 𝘁𝗞 𝘆𝗞𝘂 𝘅 𝘀ð—Ūð—Ŋð—ŋð—ķð—ŧð—Ū 𝗰ð—đð—Ūð˜‚ð—ąð—ķ𝗞

"𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ'ð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ģð˜Ķð˜Ļð˜Ļ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ. 𝘊 ð˜Īð˜Ēð˜Ŋ 𝘧ð˜Ķð˜Ķ𝘭 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ 𝘎ð˜Ŋð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜ī ð˜ī𝘊ð˜Ŋ𝘎𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ, ð˜ļð˜Đð˜Ķð˜Ŋ ð˜Ĩ𝘊ð˜Ĩ ð˜ĩð˜Đ𝘊ð˜ī ð˜Ģð˜Ķð˜Ĩ ð˜ĩð˜ķð˜ģð˜Ŋ 𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜ĩ𝘰 ð˜ļð˜Ēð˜ĩð˜Ķð˜ģ? 𝘊ð˜ī 𝘊ð˜ĩ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ ð˜Ļ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ĩ? ð˜Ū𝘚 𝘭𝘰𝘷ð˜Ķ, ð˜Ū𝘚 𝘧𝘭𝘰ð˜ļð˜Ķð˜ģ, 𝘊ð˜ī ð˜īð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ ð˜Ļ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ĩ? ð˜Ēð˜Ū 𝘊 ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ ð˜Ļ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ĩ? ð˜Ū𝘚 ð˜Đð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ĩð˜ī ð˜Ēð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜ąð˜°ð˜ļð˜Ķð˜ģð˜ī, ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ𝘚'ð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜īð˜ĩ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ ð˜Ļ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ĩ."

- black women, curves to die for, maybe? slim waist some would kill for, and love handles one would desire to caress. powerful is an understatement as her lady down below works magic and wonders of all kinds. her smile lures them in and she traps them in her clutches as she preforms the acts that are forbidden to the ear but allowed by the sentiment.
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ð—―ð—žð—ķ𝘀𝗞ð—ŧ 𝘅 ð—Ŋð—ŋð—ēð—ŧ𝘁 ð—ģð—Ūð—ķ𝘆ð—Ū𝘇

"ð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ļð˜Ķ𝘭 𝘰𝘧 ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜Ŋ𝘊ð˜Ļð˜Đð˜ĩ, ð˜Ĩð˜ģ𝘰ð˜ļð˜Ŋ ð˜Ģð˜Ķð˜ĩð˜ļð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜Ŋ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜ĩð˜Đ𝘊ð˜Ļð˜Đð˜ī. 𝘊'ð˜Ū ð˜īð˜ĩ𝘊𝘭𝘭 ð˜Đð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ, ð˜Ē𝘊ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜Ŋ𝘰 ð˜Ķð˜đð˜Īð˜ķð˜īð˜Ķ ð˜Ģð˜Ēð˜Ģ𝘚. 𝘊 ð˜īð˜Ķð˜Ķ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ 𝘊ð˜Ŋ ð˜Ū𝘚 ð˜ī𝘭ð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜ą. 𝘊'ð˜Ū ð˜īð˜Īð˜Ēð˜ģð˜ģð˜Ķð˜Ĩ ð˜Ģð˜Ķ𝘚𝘰ð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ ð˜Ģð˜Ķ𝘭𝘊ð˜Ķ𝘧, ð˜Ē𝘊ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜Ŋ𝘰ð˜ĩð˜Đ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ ð˜Īð˜Ēð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜Ūð˜Ē𝘎ð˜Ķ ð˜Ūð˜Ķ ð˜Ĩ𝘰, ð˜Ģð˜Ēð˜Ģ𝘚."

- afraid of the crazy things love can make you do, try the insane things that you decide to commit once you've created a soul tie. you become crazy in love and you are bound to each other by any means possible without any more sudden restraint or restrictions.
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ð—ģ.𝘂.𝗰.ð—ļ. 𝘅 𝘃ð—ķ𝗰𝘁𝗞ð—ŋð—ķð—Ū 𝗚𝗞ð—ŧÃĐ𝘁

"𝘊 ð˜ļð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ŋð˜Ē ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ē 𝘧ð˜ģ𝘊ð˜Ķð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ ð˜Īð˜Ēð˜Ŋ 𝘎ð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜ą. ð˜ķð˜Đ, 𝘊'ð˜Ū ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜īð˜ĩ ð˜ĩð˜ģ𝘚ð˜Ŋð˜Ē ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜Ūð˜ą 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜Ģ𝘰ð˜Ŋð˜Ķð˜ī. ð˜ļð˜Ķ ð˜Ĩ𝘰ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜Ļ𝘰ð˜ĩð˜ĩð˜Ē ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜Ūð˜ą ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜Ģð˜ģ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ū, 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ 𝘎ð˜Ŋ𝘰ð˜ļ. ð˜Ū𝘊ð˜Ļð˜Đð˜ĩ ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ēð˜Īð˜ģ𝘰ð˜īð˜ī ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜ģ𝘰𝘰ð˜Ū, ð˜Ģð˜ķð˜ĩ 𝘊ð˜Ŋ ð˜ąð˜ģ𝘊𝘷ð˜Ēð˜ĩð˜Ķ ð˜ļð˜Ķ ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜īð˜ķð˜ąð˜Ķð˜ģ ð˜Ī𝘭𝘰ð˜īð˜Ķ."

- even if something happens, i'll forever be his best friend and first lover. keep them wondering in public and be his seducing vixen in private, my forever lover and motivator as we mess up silk sheets and the aroma of shea butter and love lingers as we share honey kisses, love bites, and tender embraces.
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ð—Ŋð—đð—ē𝘀𝘀ð—ēð—ą 𝘅 ð—ąð—Ūð—ŧð—ķð—ēð—đ 𝗰ð—Ūð—ē𝘀ð—Ūð—ŋ

"ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķð˜ģ𝘚ð˜ļð˜Đð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ 𝘊 ð˜Ļ𝘰, ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķð˜ģ𝘚ð˜ļð˜Đð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ 𝘊 ð˜Ģð˜Ķ, 𝘊𝘧 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ'ð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ŋ𝘰ð˜ĩ ð˜īð˜ķð˜ģð˜ģ𝘰ð˜ķð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ ð˜Ūð˜Ķ ð˜ļ𝘊ð˜ĩð˜Đ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķð˜ģ ð˜Ķð˜Ŋð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ļ𝘚. 𝘊 ð˜Ĩ𝘰ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜ļð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ŋð˜Ē ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ, ð˜Ĩ𝘰ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜ļð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ŋð˜Ē ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ēð˜Ŋ𝘚ð˜ļð˜Đð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ. ð˜Ēð˜Ŋ𝘚 ð˜ąð˜­ð˜Ēð˜Īð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ēð˜ĩ 𝘊 ð˜Īð˜Ēð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ 𝘧ð˜Ķð˜Ķ𝘭 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ, 𝘊 ð˜Ŧð˜ķð˜īð˜ĩ ð˜ļð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ŋð˜Ē ð˜Ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ŋð˜Ķð˜Ēð˜ģ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ."

- if she isn't there i feel myself get antsy seeing as though her presence has become like a drug to me and i just need her around. she makes my world go round and without her aura, her feel, her touch, without it i go mad. she's the amphetamine that gets me high, but keeps me sober and sane all at the same time.
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𝘀𝘄ð—ēð—ē𝘁 ð—Ŋð—đ𝘂ð—ē 𝘅 𝗰ð—đð—ē𝗞 𝘀𝗞ð—đ

"𝘊 ð˜Ģð˜Ķ𝘭𝘊ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķ 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ ð˜Ēð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ē ð˜īð˜ĩð˜Ēð˜ģ, ð˜Ĩ𝘰ð˜Ŋ'ð˜ĩ ð˜Ļð˜Ķð˜ĩ 𝘭𝘰ð˜īð˜ĩ 𝘊ð˜Ŋ ð˜ļð˜Đ𝘰 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ ð˜Ēð˜ģð˜Ķ. 𝘊 ð˜Ģð˜Ķ𝘭𝘊ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜īð˜ļð˜Ķð˜Ķð˜ĩð˜Ķð˜īð˜ĩ ð˜Ģ𝘭ð˜ķð˜Ķ, 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ'ð˜ģð˜Ķ ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķð˜ģ𝘚ð˜ĩð˜Đ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ ð˜ĩ𝘰 ð˜Ūð˜Ķ, ð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ 𝘊'ð˜Ū ð˜Ķ𝘷ð˜Ķð˜ģ𝘚ð˜ĩð˜Đ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ ð˜ĩ𝘰 𝘚𝘰ð˜ķ."

- together, we believe in each other and keep each other on track. i believe in him and he believes in me. we're each other everything, i'm the muse to a man of silence, but also a man who indulges in the art of love and me, of course.
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