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Can I touch you without touching you?
........... I just want your soul to stroke mine.
Two souls dancing to melodies unheard by man.
kiss me.....
Name unknown but I know this souls embrace,
You where mine once.
Do you remember me?
As your aura slow strokes my mind and body
Can I keep touching you without touching you?
I just want to make you tingle in the right place.
Make your dick jump when we're face to face
Can I be that weak place?
I want to be the reason you gotta wait a minute to stand up.
Can you feel it daddy?
i mean our souls must of fucked.... I mean, this can't just be lust our souls had to of touched more than once.
............ Damn you fine and I know you where mine once.
I want to touch you but can our souls fuck first???
I want to lick your knowledge from root to limb
Can i water your tree daddy?
let mother nature nourish you,
Can I keep fucking you without fucking you?
I recall a moment in our past life when i was on top of you.
Sweat drenched, grasped hips you where inside of me but we where in each other
Deep grinds back and forth up and down on soaking parts. nails clinching to your chest followed by deep moans and forceful returned thrust.
Leaned down slow kisses as your pussy massages its master
I start bouncing and going faster. Tongue kisses on my nipples............. Damn this memory.
Sweet soul i just want to know your name.
If you feel the same........?
Do you remember me?
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Lovely Latifa
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By Lovely Latifaabout a year ago in Poets
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