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seu corpo é poesia

Seus lábios macios e cheio
feito para meus
seu pescoço e ombros
chamam aos lábios
e meu toque
Eu amo a sua sombra
Eu amo o marrom
de seus olhos e cabelo
seu corpo é a maneira perfeita
esquecer o passado
a primeira vez que eu toco em você
Parece que pela primeira vez
Eu quero você como 17 im
sua camisa sobe acima de sua cabeça
e os seus braços e cair no chão
chegar atrás de você
e seu sutiã cai
seu corpo perfeito
Não como uma pintura
mas como um corpo
as maiores pinturas
foram feitas a partir
Eu não sinto nenhuma pressa
Eu só quero
afundá-lo no
encher minha mente
com a prova de Deus
você está em pé
e sua saia
cai no chão
sua calcinha
alta nas laterais
e tão sexy
suas pernas
pequeno, mas perfeito
todo o seu corpo
como um corpo
deve olhar
se recostar
na cama
e expor
me para uma nova
Universo
onde há
são diferentes
leis e línguas
e eu falo para você
em línguas
e no meu
joelhos eu rezo
no seu templo

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