Fuck me, pleaseI turn the music up The dancey and racey song blasts My shoulders follow the beat As with my hips and feet Swaying from side to side Oh yeah I lift my hands And run them down my sides Ever so slowly I feel the dip and curves of my body Running my thumb along the inside of my jeans All the way around Slipping the button undone I'm turning, still dancing And even more slowly Push my jeans down Inch by inch Can you feel the pulse... Of music? Lifting a hand I'm pushing it against my stomach Up my soft skin Between mFuck me, please
Drops of LoveThe night is cold but our bodies so warm The sweat drips from us like rain from the rooftops I wipe the sweat from your brow with my fingers and you smile Sensations driving our minds wild The feel of your touch all over my body makes me shake The sheets a mess as we continue in our own little world Kisses so soft, so passionate it makes our hearts beat faster Hands clenching the sheets and each other as our emotions heighten You make beautiful sounds as I kiss your neck Quivering bodies soaked in love My hands run through your hair as you kiss my shoulder No words can describeDrops of Love
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*You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it. *
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| falling in love is like getting a preview of heaven |
i know how it feels
when love goes away.
tread softly.
-Aimee
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I always give a watch for a watch to photographers
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