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I love when you sit and speak to me.

I love to watch your lips move.

I love to watch your tongue hit the roof of your mouth when you speak.

I love your smile which shines as the sun.

I love your eyes which look upon me with desire.

I love to kiss your neck because of the way you moan.

I love to kiss your hand for they hold me tight in times of despair.

Love you I must for you are mine.



Roboam Brea