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She stands there painting her door.
He comes behind and seizes her;
Pressing against the wet paint, she oh adorers.
As the clothes are ripped off of her.
Her hands into his and drawn above her head;
His lips tantalizing naked skin.
Tongue curls and lashes to please;
Neck, breasts, naval need I say more.
Hard core it becomes, raw in paint.
She is wet and he knows,
Saturday 27th December 2014 1:05 pm
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
I know, strawberry has charm
But this time, it is a moon in spring temples
A Call beaming in the morning
And a mascot painted on god's arm
Your lips proclaim another speech
About angels ceremony for love
Which conduct there in paradise
Over fire, under ice
Near the golden beach
That nobody can reach
I know strawberry has...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:16 pm