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ðīðŪðŋðąðēðŧ ðļðķðððēð ð ðīðķðÄðžðŧ
"ðīðļðĶðĶðĩ ðĻðģðĒðĪðĶ, ðĢððķðĶðĢðĶðģðģðš. ðŠ ðīðļðĶðĒðģ ðŠ ðð°ð·ðĶ ðĩðĐðĶ ðĩðĒðīðĩðĶ, ðļðĶðð, ðŠ'ðð ðĢðĶðĪð°ðŪðĶ ðĒ ðŪðĒðŊ ðĩð°ðŊðŠðĻðĐðĩ. ðŠðĩ'ðī ðĩðŠðŪðĶ ðĩð° ð§ðŠðŊðĨ ð°ðķðĩ. ðąðķðĩ ðšð°ðķðģ ðąðĐð°ðŊðĶ ð°ðŊ ðīðŠððĶðŊðĩ, ðąðķðĩ ðšð°ðķðģ ððŠðąðī ð°ðŊ ðŪðŠðŊðĶ, ððĶðĩ'ðī ðĻðĶðĩ ðīðĩðĒðģðĩðĶðĨ. ðŠðĩ'ðī ðŦðķðīðĩ ðšð°ðķ ðĒðŊðĨ ðŠ, ðļðĐðŠððĶ ðŠ ðĩðĒðŽðĶ ðĒ ðīðĩðģðŠðĨðĶ ðĩðĐðģð°ðķðĻðĐ ðšð°ðķðģ ðĻðĒðģðĨðĶðŊ."
- 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.
x melaninhoodrat
ðŪðđðđ ððž ððžð ð ððŪðŊðŋðķðŧðŪ ð°ðđðŪððąðķðž
"ðšð°ðķ'ðģðĶ ðĢðĶðĻðĻðŠðŊðĻ. ðŠ ðĪðĒðŊ ð§ðĶðĶð ðšð°ðķðģ ðŽðŊðĶðĶðī ðīðŠðŊðŽðŠðŊðĻ, ðļðĐðĶðŊ ðĨðŠðĨ ðĩðĐðŠðī ðĢðĶðĨ ðĩðķðģðŊ ðŠðŊðĩð° ðļðĒðĩðĶðģ? ðŠðī ðŠðĩ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðĻð°ð°ðĨ? ðŪðš ðð°ð·ðĶ, ðŪðš ð§ðð°ðļðĶðģ, ðŠðī ðīðĐðĶ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðĻð°ð°ðĨ? ðĒðŪ ðŠ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðĻð°ð°ðĨ? ðŪðš ðĐðĒðŊðĨðī ðĒðģðĶ ðąð°ðļðĶðģðī, ðĩðĐðĶðš'ðģðĶ ðŦðķðīðĩ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðĻð°ð°ðĨ."
- 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.
x melaninhoodrat
ð―ðžðķððžðŧ ð ðŊðŋðēðŧð ðģðŪðķððŪð
"ðĒðŊðĻðĶð ð°ð§ ðĩðĐðĶ ðŊðŠðĻðĐðĩ, ðĨðģð°ðļðŊ ðĢðĶðĩðļðĶðĶðŊ ðšð°ðķðģ ðĩðĐðŠðĻðĐðī. ðŠ'ðŪ ðīðĩðŠðð ðĐðĶðģðĶ, ðĒðŠðŊ'ðĩ ðŊð° ðĶðđðĪðķðīðĶ ðĢðĒðĢðš. ðŠ ðīðĶðĶ ðšð°ðķ ðŠðŊ ðŪðš ðīððĶðĶðą. ðŠ'ðŪ ðīðĪðĒðģðģðĶðĨ ðĢðĶðšð°ðŊðĨ ðĢðĶððŠðĶð§, ðĒðŠðŊ'ðĩ ðŊð°ðĩðĐðŠðŊðĻ ðšð°ðķ ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ðŪðĒðŽðĶ ðŪðĶ ðĨð°, ðĢðĒðĢðš."
- 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.
x melaninhoodrat
ðģ.ð.ð°.ðļ. ð ððķð°ððžðŋðķðŪ ðšðžðŧÃĐð
"ðŠ ðļðĒðŊðŊðĒ ðĢðĶ ðĒ ð§ðģðŠðĶðŊðĨ ðšð°ðķ ðĪðĒðŊ ðŽðĶðĶðą. ðķðĐ, ðŠ'ðŪ ðŦðķðīðĩ ðĩðģðšðŊðĒ ðŦðķðŪðą ðšð°ðķðģ ðĢð°ðŊðĶðī. ðļðĶ ðĨð°ðŊ'ðĩ ðĻð°ðĩðĩðĒ ðŦðķðŪðą ðĩðĐðĶ ðĢðģð°ð°ðŪ, ðšð°ðķ ðŽðŊð°ðļ. ðŪðŠðĻðĐðĩ ðĢðĶ ðĒðĪðģð°ðīðī ðĩðĐðĶ ðģð°ð°ðŪ, ðĢðķðĩ ðŠðŊ ðąðģðŠð·ðĒðĩðĶ ðļðĶ ðĢðĶ ðīðķðąðĶðģ ðĪðð°ðīðĶ."
- 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.
x santana davis
ðŊðđðēðððēðą ð ðąðŪðŧðķðēðđ ð°ðŪðēððŪðŋ
"ðĶð·ðĶðģðšðļðĐðĶðģðĶ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðŠ ðĻð°, ðĶð·ðĶðģðšðļðĐðĶðģðĶ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðŠ ðĢðĶ, ðŠð§ ðšð°ðķ'ðģðĶ ðŊð°ðĩ ðīðķðģðģð°ðķðŊðĨðŠðŊðĻ ðŪðĶ ðļðŠðĩðĐ ðšð°ðķðģ ðĶðŊðĶðģðĻðš. ðŠ ðĨð°ðŊ'ðĩ ðļðĒðŊðŊðĒ ðĢðĶ ðĩðĐðĶðģðĶ, ðĨð°ðŊ'ðĩ ðļðĒðŊðŊðĒ ðĢðĶ ðĒðŊðšðļðĐðĶðģðĶ. ðĒðŊðš ðąððĒðĪðĶ ðĩðĐðĒðĩ ðŠ ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ð§ðĶðĶð ðšð°ðķ, ðŠ ðŦðķðīðĩ ðļðĒðŊðŊðĒ ðĢðĶ ðŊðĶðĒðģ ðšð°ðķ."
- 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.
x elijah king
ðððēðēð ðŊðđððē ð ð°ðđðēðž ððžðđ
"ðŠ ðĢðĶððŠðĶð·ðĶ ðšð°ðķ ðĒðģðĶ ðĒ ðīðĩðĒðģ, ðĨð°ðŊ'ðĩ ðĻðĶðĩ ðð°ðīðĩ ðŠðŊ ðļðĐð° ðšð°ðķ ðĒðģðĶ. ðŠ ðĢðĶððŠðĶð·ðĶ ðĩðĐðĶ ðīðļðĶðĶðĩðĶðīðĩ ðĢððķðĶ, ðšð°ðķ'ðģðĶ ðĶð·ðĶðģðšðĩðĐðŠðŊðĻ ðĩð° ðŪðĶ, ðĒðŊðĨ ðŠ'ðŪ ðĶð·ðĶðģðšðĩðĐðŠðŊðĻ ðĩð° ðšð°ðķ."
- 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.
x santana davis
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