JustGreylon
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CATEGORY
just different
Sweet presentation,
a brown sugar complexion
smelling of the essences,
I call her Rain Africa.
The way her locks fall
and kiss her neck delicately
while resting on her butter skin,
ooh-wee!
She moves me,
like a stone overturned
by the slightest touch,
mightier than any man.
I'm a nut,
not but a shelless pecan,
without my mind for her,
not hiding what's inside.
-Jg
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The Immortal Wize says: Love it! |
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love_supreme says: This was a bender. Loved it. |
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2b2b2 says: Tight Work...thanks for sharing....ONE |
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