"A promising glimpse of thy fairest curtaining..."
An eye for that which rates above The rarest art that moves the soul Beholding that deserving grand I have such vision, I am such man. Forsaken eye, which does not see The fairest frames or curtaining I'm blinded not...
our lips brushas our fingers touch,binding our passionwhile simultaneouslyloosing it.fingers lock,as do lips,and our bodies melt into each other. your eyes closeas i explore your lips;your involuntarydeep inhalationimpales your firm breastsagainst my chest,arousing mewith delicious thoughts. like a lure,your nipples...
