Soft…Yes! Dreamy!
Fine hairs tickle my senses as I run my fingers over your curve…your skin is as beautiful as the setting sun, a perfect tan…a perfect blend; exotica of the east and the horizon of the west!
Cannot help desiring you…just one thought of you makes it all the more difficult for me to resist you, may be its the desire of your supple flesh that lures me into this dark temptation…and your fragrance!
God! it’s torture, I find myself drawn to you, as a honey bee is drawn to a flower full of fresh nectar!
And if these impure thoughts weren’t enough, even the talk of you makes my heart skip a beat…what am I to do…it’s like I’m being invited to the dark side…feels like the eighth deadly sin…all I want is to have you…my palate softens up upon your taste…my bosom swells as you move down…
Lord! Help me…this vision is enticing me…there is something so satisfying about you…
Yes…I give up…I accept my defeat…just take me…take me now…
I now declare my un-dying loves for PEACHES! 😉
