AnneQueen

I want to be your song from start to finish I want to touch your lips and be your lipstick Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you The towel you slip on your wet skin I want to be your pillow, your silk duvet Kiss you while you dream and watch you sleep I want to be the sun that comes in and shines on your bed Wakes you up little by little, makes you smile I want to be at the softest touch of your fingers Enter the innermost of your secrets, I want to be the right thing, free or forbidden

A canvas embedded in you is now my body, completely unwrapped and with no other envelope than your image.. I carry you in me as if I were carrying blood. You go out of yourself to the encounter, recent genesis, and I drink and breathe your exhalation, the branch of your joy.. Where the color of your linked arms is formed, turn the odd ring that contains me. No one is looking for me, no one. I am your wake, I dissolve, little one, in the sweetness that your breast emanates. I am your shadow and mine, I am a detachment from yourself.

I want to be your song from start to finish I want to touch your lips and be your lipstick Be the soap that softens you, the bath that bathes you The towel you slip on your wet skin I want to be your pillow, your silk duvet Kiss you while you dream and watch you sleep I want to be the sun that comes in and shines on your bed Wakes you up little by little, makes you smile I want to be at the softest touch of your fingers Enter the innermost of your secrets, I want to be the right thing, free or forbidden

Love exists like a fire burning in its beauty all the ugliness of the world.. Love exists as a gift from the blessed goddess to those who love beauty and multiply it, like the breads and the fishes.. Love exists as a gift only for those who wish to resign to all other gifts.. Love exists to inhabit the world as if it were a paradise.. Love exists for the clock to explode long becomes short and short and infinite and beauty erases the ugliness of the world..

He kissed me softly, he kissed me deeply, he kissed me passionately, now I can feel my fingers pressing me to remove all my clothes. When your tongue plays with mine, when your lips touch mine, when we lose ourselves in a sensual kiss, and I can feel your souffle burn your intentions in my skin I hear my fingers murmur, take off your clothes.

With my words, I fornicate your spirit as my body would. You read me, you think of me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running through you, desecrating between your legs, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feed on the juices you distill just by imagining that I am the one who owns you. And you offer me, and in your mind I possess you. Even with these letters alone, I make you mine as much as I want.😋

Thinking of you.. Skin-to-skin. I breathe the aroma of your body while I feel your hands caressing me. I feel them running through me Rechauffer their contact. Our lips meet.. You're eating me... Is that you?.. our languages play.. We both drool.. Your hands are looking for my breasts that are stuck in my chest. Your fingers are looking at my nipples, and your lips are glowing... You're lying down and I feel your wet sex swallowing my member. You move me with gentle movements while my breasts cry out for your kisses. I eat them treîtreusement while mon bassin accélère are mouvement. I feel your sex contracting.. your groans increase.. I feel how you come to orgasm and I come out, you make me whimper and you join your lips to mine..

In this loneliness that increases my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, wet and slow, that invents you beside me, without having you; in this offering that consumes my hours of anxiety, unaccepted; in this night that will see the perfume of my skin in the evaporated air; in this bed, that from the you empty, it turns into inhospitable plateau; in this embrace in which I close you mine, and that your embrace, absent, does not complete. The brief flame of the candle erect over the palmatoria, on the shelf, overflows into the melted wax, challenging phallic symbol. A light breath goes from my lips, and at once the shadow surrounds me; the firm touch of your hand I hope for, and the fiery impulse that my bowels flood. And I must make up for the absence of your touch with the dictates of my fantasy, alone consummating the same act that with you, my love, I would consummate.

In this loneliness that increases my thirst for you, preventing me from absorbing you; in this nakedness, damp and slow, that invents you at my side, without having you; in this offer that consumes my hours of anxiety, unaccepted; On this night you will see the perfume of my skin in the evaporated air; in this bed, which is empty of you, becomes an inhospitable plateau; in this embrace in which I hold you mine, and that your embrace, absent, does not complete.. the brief flame of the candle erected on the candlestick, on the shelf, overflows into the melted wax, a defiant phallic symbol. a light breath leaves my lips, and immediately the shadow surrounds me; I wait for the firm touch of your hand, and the fierce impulse that floods my insides. And I have to make up for the absence of your touch with the dictates of my fantasy, alone consummating the same act that I would consummate with you, my love..

l'homme qui m'aime il faut savoir tirer les rideaux de peau, find the depth of my eyes et je sais ce qui se niche en moi, l'hirondelle transparent of tendresse I'm not going to lie to you, I'm not going to lie to you. L'homme qui m'aime He will not want to possess me comme une marchandise, nor expose me comme un trophée de chasse, saura être à mes côtés avec le même amour alors je serai à vos côtés He will not want to possess me comme une marchandise, nor expose me comme un trophée de chasse, saura être à mes côtés avec le même amour alors je serai à vos côtés. The man who loves me you must know how to draw the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness. The man who loves me he doesn't want to possess me like a commodity, nor display myself like a hunting trophy, will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by

The man who loves me must know how to uncover the curtains of my skin, find the depths of my eyes and know what's nesting inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me as a commodity, nor exhibit me as a hunting trophy, he will know to stand by me with the same love so I will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to run the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what's nesting in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to own me like a commodity, nor exhibit me like a hunting trophy, he will know to be by my side with the same love so I will be by my side.

The man who loves me has to know how to draw back the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests inside me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me will not want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by your side. The man who loves me must know how to draw the curtains of the skin, find the depth of my eyes and know what nests in me, the transparent swallow of tenderness.. The man who loves me doesn't want to possess me like a commodity, nor display me like a hunting trophy, he will know how to be by my side with the same love so i will be by my side.

♪ You, me, my body is yours ♪ ♪ I love your breasts ♪ ♪ I bite your nipples ♪.. Only you, me, my body, your body I lick your breasts I bite your nipples You turn me on You turn me on with your moaning I open your most precious gift What's between your legs I suck your elixir I stick it in you and ejaculate it over and over and your moaning becomes endless.

I'm alone, my body is at you I'm leaking your breasts I'm molds your tits You excite me You excite me with your moaning I've opened your most precious gift what's it and a au milieu de tes jambes I suce ton élixir I present you and I'ejacule encore et encore et tes gémissements deviennent sans fin.. I'm alone you, me my body yours I lick your breasts I bite your nipples you excite me you excite me with your moan I open your most valuable gift what's in the middle of your legs I suck your elixir I introduce it and ejaculate again and again and your moan becomes endless.

I spent the evening in your thoughts, I sighed in your memory, I dined with your paintings hanging on my table, I showered with the hormones stirring; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire lurked in my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I buried myself desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking I dreamed three dreams. The first one was when we met.. , The second was with your body, and the third was with burning moments; my body rose wet with desire, I woke up to the sound of pulsations heightened like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and in my agitated breath I cried out your name, yes.. I'm that man.♥

I've spent the evening in your thoughts, I've sighed in your memory, I've dined with your pictures hanging around my table, I've showered with my restless hormones; I looked at the stars under my roof and your desire hunted down my bed I looked for you under my sheets, I sank desperately, my face in my pillow, I slept thinking of you and had three dreams: The first was when we met, the second was with your body, and the third with burning moments; my body woke up wet from desire, I woke up to the sound of palpitations increased like explosions, it was my own heart changed by your passion, and between my restless breathing I cried out your name, yes.. I am this man.

Give me your hand and we'll dance. as a single flower we will be, like a flower, and nothing more. We will sing the same verse, at the same step you will dance. Like a spike we will undulate, like an ear of wheat, and nothing more. Your name is rosa and I am hope, but you will forget your name, because we will be a dance on the hill and nothing more..

My tactic is to look at you learn how you are love you as you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you build an indestructible bridge with words my tactic is to stay in your memory I don't know how nor do I know under what pretext but stay in you my tactic is to be frank and know that you are Frank and that we don't sell ourselves simulations so that there is no curtain between the two nor abysses my strategy is instead deeper and simpler my strategy is that any day i don't know how nor do i know under what pretext you finally need me.

Love, in all its manifestations, has the power to transform and enrich our lives.. It is a bond that unites us, sustains us during difficult times and multiplies our joys.. On this special day, it's important to remember that love transcends words and is shown in gestures, understanding and mutual support.. May this Valentine's Day be just the beginning of a year full of love, understanding and shared happiness.. it is also the perfect opportunity to tell your partner, your great friend, the boy or girl you like everything you feel for her and here we help you with some short, long phrases, but full of a lot of love to dedicate either via. Time is too slow for those who wait, too fast for those who fear, too long for those who mourn, too short for those who celebrate.. But for those who love, time is eternity. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. Thanks to you, I've discovered that if we reject the love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our life will be empty, and our loss greater.. On your lips I found the most beautiful words, which I always wanted to hear. In your heart I found the highest flames, with which I always dreamed of warming myself. may our relationship be eternal. I love you. My eyes are guilty of having fallen in love with you.. That's why I'm so grateful to you.. for letting me enjoy your beauty. Thinking about you and knowing that he will arrive every afternoon to see you makes me happy. It's not something fleeting, when you feel pure love it seems like you're floating in the heavens. that's how you make me feel.

Flamer with wavy hair raising his head in a red cloud; A tide of heat rises under your traveling lily skin. You close your eyes and see him next to you; you open your eyes and see him absent; and he decides to close them again, and surrender yourself entirely to his care. the palm of an unlimited hand trembles over your extended breasts, and a tree with a trembling root within you spreads the bower of it. in the belly, in the arms, in the neck, an awakening of succulent fruits unleashes the hunger of feelings, in a confusing and erotic rush. his mouth is dry, choked with moans, he is unable to pronounce her name; he has neither voice nor face, he is just a man, just a shadow in a forbidden pleasure. How you break down from desire, alone, without receiving help; offering of a woman, all naked, solitary juliet, without romeo.

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of open thighs, what good are the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if you are only imprisoned by my idea and my desire? I don't want to do myself as much as you should, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen or new, it lacks your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you have so many times created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.

It demands the touch, rubbing and kissing of the opposite sex in exclusive bond; but sometimes it demands the counterweight of a third party in the embrace.. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, one for love, one for sex, simultaneously that no one cheats. And the sensual charm of each lady, granting each other transfer of voluptuousness, over a bed that three share without interference.. ¿Who better at the stealth arts of pleasure gratification than the woman who sees her own parts when exploring another woman's skin? And what better education or school for the inexperienced man, (are they not all? ), to see how much exquisiteness, fire and manners are revealed in them? There will be no two, though they might be, active, shameless, participants; the third may stop to watch, or simply join three lovers. In continuous rotation, interwoven, live, backwards and forwards, without taboos, repressing the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverse.. I'll coin my kisses over kisses she's left in you, with the flavors she herself left in my mouth printed, but only you will catch my trembling.. And your kisses will fall on the path she herself has traced by caressing me. And they will carry her fragrance, but your offering will be better, because you have known how to love me.. ¿What about jealousy? Can you untangle yourself from their tangles? When the time comes when the purest union is shared, will you be the one to enjoy contemplating, or the one to weep? I love you sweet, sensual, tender, lustful, and I will love you with the imprint of a woman; but with the same imprint on my living skin, will you worship me tomorrow as yesterday?

You are my equal, my body is reflected in the sinuousness of your figure; you are the echo of my voice, the dark carnal desire that alone feasts you. Shadow in the twilight that will not let me girdle the circle of its waist, shadow that, chasing it, hurries, deaf to the cry of my incessant complaint. Before the mirror, utopian window to your world in absence, how close and how far you are, my beloved. Glass that draws us together and separates us that hides the warmth of your face, leaving the soul sad and the skin cold.

At the mere thought that your mouth might join mine, I feel a secret anguish suffocate me, and in longing for tenderness I torment myself. The soul becomes me all ear; the body becomes me all call and it is agitated me of loves lit, while all my spirit calls you. And then I do not understand, in the madness of this dream of love to which I give myself, if it is pure blood that runs in my veins, or if instead of blood there is fire running.

Just by imagining that your mouth could meet mine, I feel that a secret anguish is suffocating me, and in the desire for tenderness I am tormented. My soul is no more than an ear; My body is all in flames and I am agitated with burning loves, while all my spirit is calling to you. And then I don't understand, in a mad state, this dream of love in which I indulge; if pure blood flows in my veins, Or if instead of blood there is fire.

Exige du toucher, du toucher et un baiser du sexe opposé en lien exclusif; mais parfois cela demande un contrepoids d'un tiers dans l'étreinte (exige the touch, the touch and the kiss of the opposite sex in exclusive connection); but sometimes it requires a counterpoids of a third in the embrace. Oh, the triangular beauty of the bond that unites man, lover and stranger, to the one for love, to the one for sex, in a simultaneity that deceives no one.. And the charm of every woman, to grant a mutual transfer of pleasure, upon a bed that three share without interference.. Who is more expert in the art of pleasure than the woman who sees her own parties by exploring the skin of another woman, and what better education or school for the inexperienced man? n'y en aura pas deux, même s'ils pouvaient l'être, des participants actifs et sans honte; le tiers peut-il s'arrêter pour le voir, or rejoignez simplement trois amoureux. The third can stop to see, or join simply three lovers.. Continuously rotating, intertwined, live, front and back, without taboos inhibiting the senses, uniting the innocent with the perverted. I'll invent my kisses on the kisses she left in you, with the flavors she left her own imprints in my mouth, but you alone perceive my trembling.. And thy kisses shall fall upon the way which she herself printed when she caressed me; and they shall bring her fragrance, but thy offering shall be better, because thou hast her love for me.. And the jealousy can te-démetre-t'ou de ses enchevêtrements when le temps viendra où se partage l'union la plus pure, will you be celui qui aime contempler ou qui pleureje t'aime doux, sensuel, tendre, lascif, and I will love you with the imprint of a femme; but with the same imprint on my living skin, you will adore me. Tomorrow as yesterday?

A beautiful Latina with a desire to have fun and create new experiences, complacent and very hot.🔥😈

A beautiful Latina who wants to have fun and create new experiences, accommodating and very hot.🔥😈

A beautiful Latin woman desiring to have fun and to create new experiences, pleasant and very hot.🔥😈.