DRESSED IN LOVEA Poem by Mary FiorattiEmotion of being dressed in love
DRESSED IN LOVE
Where your hands die tender touches in a delight coziness zipper : glides blouse opens breasts moving with every breath I portray myself shy while your eyes undress me with love blessed be your skilled hands that numb me and your eyes that spills pure adrenaline in my body I know that you feel my skin shaking in every curve and the slow voluptuousness of my motions combined with uncontainable tender touches... undress my modesty and my naked body surrenders dressed nude " in love
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7 Reviews Added on January 2, 2012 Last Updated on January 2, 2012 AuthorMary FiorattiOHAboutMy real name is "Maria Ines", some people call me Mary or Maria. I am originally from Brazil, and I have lived in USA for 20 years. I live each day as the last. Breath life. Love people. Always in .. more..Writing
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