ohstella

I cant wait till we evolve into being able to communicate without words, then, I can explain the passions behind what I really feel.
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The streets smell like wet body,
Walk down the streets my dear,
The unpaved movements,
Taste.
Hear.
Brush the salt out of your hair, the pressure my dear.
Lay with me here, dear.
Dance with me in the moon light.
Get naked bodied.
Feel the pressure on your thigh.
Push
Push
Feel the hand on your leg my dear?
Slowly moving up your dress my dear,
Dont move.
Dont talk.
Hush your mouth, fill it with my tongue my dear.
Fill it with my manly pressure.

Roll around with me dear.
See the snake?
Pet it my dear.

Dirt in my boots,
The smell of sex on my body.


Feel the passion of the night?
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Last night, I had a dream of the beach and a sunset and holding hands with a faceless mass.


Cheers.