by :SexuallySadistic
The lights from 12 candles
Dance in sensual shadows
On these walls of heaven
Your fingers played my hair like a harp
I felt each strand as you touched me
Winding me slowly around your finger
And pulling the trigger of my heart
The air between us so closely shared
We held each other like childhood blankets
My body trembles with throbbing thrills
Tounges paired in a romantic dance
Your name on my lips time and time again
I am intoxicated with your love
And am drunk on our lust
You know me not
Yet you know me so well
Your eyes pierce the sanctity
of my soul
I feel the warmth of feelings
flowing deliciously
through my blood
I want to paint your body
With my love
Using my tounge as the brush
Painting pleasure
With its
Soft
Slow
Strokes
I just had to add this to this photo!.
Please excuse me if it is taken wrong.
Nicolas
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eto nte iz za photoshopa v originale tozhe samoe strano o4enj tak vot svet sigral do etogo poka vi ne pokazali dazhe i ne zametil
отклонения в другую сторону, хотя гораздо приятнее!
ПЕРСИК! :)
О, вы в этом знаете толк! Хорошо, можно было бы фон слева зетенить.
на мой взгляд, трусы здесь лишние. как то некрасиво смотрятся
(10) Олег В: Трусы не лишние,но может быть другого цвета,в тон...А так все хорошо;)
Неплохо очень, эротично! Жаль, текстуру кожи убил...
strano a mne naoborot imeno bez teksturi kozhi nravitsja
м-да..... сильно! но вот с этим <показать кадр> надо что-то обязательно сделать. И трусы одназначно на месте. здорово!
Трусы лишний элемент, а так даже очень.
by :SexuallySadistic
The lights from 12 candles
Dance in sensual shadows
On these walls of heaven
Your fingers played my hair like a harp
I felt each strand as you touched me
Winding me slowly around your finger
And pulling the trigger of my heart
The air between us so closely shared
We held each other like childhood blankets
My body trembles with throbbing thrills
Tounges paired in a romantic dance
Your name on my lips time and time again
I am intoxicated with your love
And am drunk on our lust
You know me not
Yet you know me so well
Your eyes pierce the sanctity
of my soul
I feel the warmth of feelings
flowing deliciously
through my blood
I want to paint your body
With my love
Using my tounge as the brush
Painting pleasure
With its
Soft
Slow
Strokes
I just had to add this to this photo!.
Please excuse me if it is taken wrong.
Nicolas
Saugut!!!!