oh, my love... — are plenty of stuff
you can't talk about them to anyone,
preferring so to tell 'em to the night
🔥✍🏻😘
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Martin Gore
what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply
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amid of their playground love she's abandoned herself unreservedly, her sensuality spill passion imprints of his lips shine on... -
Can you talk without having the thought of the one which supposed to listen to you passionately and conclusively? Doesn't feel as if you...
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I woke up with the deep desire to be infected with the virus of a positive mood. You smiled. Staunchly, seeping like honey in my essence, ...
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The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles , thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring stabbed the silen...
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You made me look different in all the pictures taken not with the camera but with your mind My absence is only felt without where...
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You are the time. That time out of a past-tense. That time from a contemporary action. That time out of th... -
he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it's been not what I'm looking for ... so he took ... -
instead of saying to him, I love You, like a chef, I make his favorite dish, I kiss him in the morning and night, I laugh at his jok... -
my harmony invites your equilibrium, at me; let's play but watch out , don't push it much; your seductive velleity should be li...
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How tall is the grass cultivated by your brush on my fantasies' canvas, [it's an enigma] How many parties of colors got diluted wi...
