In all my days, I want to have joy.
In all my days, I want to have honesty.
In all my days, I want to have faith.
In all my days, I want to have power.
In all my days, I want to have me.
My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have see...
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