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handwriter

handwriter

Norway

July 3, 2014

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08:44 AM Jul 03 2014

handwriter

handwriter
Norway

Night Ripples
As tiny sea ripples, my heart began to oscillate up an over the deliciously sweet rhythm of your ivory-plated skin as a lathery-white wave bathes a nude and fiery hot beach.
The moon sat in pose upon a soft and inviting bed of an arousing colored night as a beautiful form clothed only in a fine gown of a silky lust reached across my undressed chest.
The stars winked seductively, like a mood setting chandelier hanging above an earthly dance floor as our two wanton bodies clung to the other as newly met lovers at after-hours.
Dark clouds of passion and desire skirted overhead settling down upon the bed of night as soft and fluffy pillows filled with sweetly perfumed flowers...
We moved in closer as two meeting weather fronts; our arousal being as a beggar’s hunger, began to stiffen and expect...