I'm losing control, your hands are ready to attack And slide from the hair, making their way down to the waist. My peignoir made of silk airy, transparent, lilac So malleable now and ready for your every whim.
-HotBlood-_deleted
7/24/19
And only a flock of white birds takes sorrow to heaven.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...
And there is no better man in the world than the one who tries to do everything for you ❤
This is more than a novel. It's hard to describe. 👄 💌
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(Or is it just a reverie?)
Embraced in silk, a moving silhouette
Through misty window glass I see.
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And slide from the hair, making their way down to the waist.
My peignoir made of silk airy, transparent, lilac
So malleable now and ready for your every whim.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...