My sultry Rosine, surely you cannot be only here I see you, and now I must decide if I am mad or if I see, delight! Reality embodied lust. Each curve reveals more than nature could hold so that reality itself has been stricken away from my eyes, oh behold only what I now see. And if I sin for wanting you then know, fully, I do – longing for you, your touch, those lips to kiss. Until you free my lust for you no new service can I hope to achieve – no bliss. True you define desire, so my wish to satisfy you should come as nothing new.*kiss*
my love, you must delete some of
your messages, otherwise, I cannot reply or send you