xxxCelestialxxx

I trip over the sex in your words it dancebeats each syllable into the rhythm of submission to your desire of thrusting or being thrusted plain letters draped in shades of sultry black only visible to the connoisseur of linguistic lust while virgin eyes remain blind to their deflowering the twist of your subconscious power to exude your curves in the guise of thoughtful genteel non-fiction I fall wantingly

she fell in love with Pluto while he was still a planet; but she could only manage to fall in love with shooting stars in the glare of your eyes. what more could you truly ask from a universe girl?