π A goldfinch sang over the roadside willow,
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
I'm losing controlβ¦your hands are ready to attack
slide from the hair, making their way down to the waist.
My silk, airy, transparent, lilac peignoir is
so malleable now and ready to your any whim.
-HotBlood-_deleted
25.07.19
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 β€
Π ΡΠ°Π½ΡΠ΅ Π±Π΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ Π·Π° ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π»Π΅ΡΠ°ΠΉ
ΠΡΡ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²Ρ in your eyes
ΠΠ°Π±ΡΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΈ memories
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
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slide from the hair, making their way down to the waist.
My silk, airy, transparent, lilac peignoir is
so malleable now and ready to your any whim.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...