I've watched her blossom, the old flame's a phoenix. The garden of Eden is scenic I've seen it. My candy apple actually shes the sweetest. Jesus, she's hot as demons is, she'll leave a fever. I'll leave her with a cleanix, a little deeper i'll leave her with a grievance. I need it. Squeeze the semen from my penis-intravenous; make Frankie pray to Venus. Take off clothes, close divide between us. I know no better-the defeated elitist. Miss mischievous; unbelievably genius. Feed in, fall in love with the seasons. On your knees begging please unreasoned. Leaves in breeze, birds & bees scheming. Sleeping in the evening seems so needless. Keep this between these sheets. Each secret I speak of should soon disappear; only whispered in your ear. Inhibitions interfered. My dear don't fight me I'll slide in slightly, light your liking. Harder or lightly, farther as your tightening. The right timing, delight strikes like lightning. The climate of flight; climbing as Icarus. I'll give her glass slippers, glassed liquor. Ask the infamous, the lavish path of difference? Past the incident, pass through sensitive, never ask forgiveness. The sentiment is infinite, isn't it? It's as if enter is eminent; definitively primitive. The instance only visited, unlimited to fathom splitting atoms. Hows this evening madam to be the Eve to my Adam?
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