📚💚ARE YOUR BREASTS, ....💚📖
🌹💚.... two ripe fruits,
an ecstasy of "Love" on my lips fountains that pour out delicacies and sweetness like perfumed rosebuds.
They are your breasts, a spring that always flows, moonlight perched on my pillow with the tenuous smoothness of her soft skin, in the warmth of a night that intoxicates me ...
Your breasts are unheard melodies, envy of the goddesses and fairies that tremble in my hands when I touch them, while they fill my whole Soul with pleasures.
They are your rosy breasts of dawn,
velvet of winged twilights,
melted honey on my lips,
butterflies flying into a sunset
Are your breasts crystalline streams
where the water runs serene and meek, an oasis of peace for the warrior who finds calm after the fight.
Let me drink from the cool fountain of your breasts ...💚💗💕💓💘💞💝
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