Diet
The diet of love
Tenderized lovemaking, mixed with steamed tea times!
Sauteed sugary kisses, upon my face!
Cups of erotic hugs and roasting back rubs!
Many times I have tried to follow the recipe and have overdosed on your mechanisms.
My indulgence has not left me weightless, but filled with pleasures.
The diet of love has surely shaped my body, giving me a new image, indescribable!
My muscles have constricted every time we touch!
And Constriction remains before bedtime.
The recipe of love remains as we take our last dose of maturity.
Two more three more times!!
Tomorrow we must eat again!!
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