Soft, deep, and full of unspoken heat. Naughty thoughts I donโt keep quiet. sun lover ยท healthy life ยท Scorpio โ ๐ฆ
deep in my soul
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La passione non รจ il
semplice toccare ...
la passione รจ tutta la poesia che sta dietro quel toccare...
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Some memories never leave us.
We simply learn to carry them without letting them carry us.
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There are conversations
that never happen, yet
somehow change the
course of our lives.
Entire futures buried
beneath a sentence we
swallowed.
Apologies that
grew old inside us.
Confessions that learned to
live without daylight.
I wonder how many versions
of ourselves exist in the lives
we almost chose.
And whether, somewhere, in a
room we never entered,
someone is still waiting for us
to finish a sentence we never started.
โโ The Things We Almost Say ยฉ๏ธ
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The person who excites you without even touching you is extremely dangerous, because their power lies not in physical closeness, but in the connection they create with your mind and soul. #thoughts #justsaying
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~...SHE
Dropped
The
Heavy
Weight
Of
Staying
โ&
Learned
How
Light
The Air
IS
On
The
Other
SIDE
๐
SHE
Locked
The Gates
Of
HER
Explanation
For Holy
Ground
Isn't
Meant
For
Careless
โFEET
๐
#SHE
Gathered
HER Shattered
โCrown
Stepped Out
Of
The
Shadow
&
Bloomed
From
HER
Own
Scars...~
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Breasts hold a feminist essence,
hers alone...full or small,
soft, natural, unaltered,
sexy in every form.
Sacred in maternity,
first nourishment, quiet giving,
yet still the same warm weight
that aches under a mouth.
Her hand covers just the tip,
fingers spread, nipple almost seen,
the rest bare, heavy, waiting.
Tongue slides between those fingers,
sucks the nipple while her hand stays,
life-giving softness turned
into wet, deliberate tease...
and you throb.
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Breasts hold a feminist essence,
hers alone...full or small,
soft, natural, unaltered,
sexy in every form.
Sacred in maternity,
first nourishment, quiet giving,
yet still the same warm weight
that aches under a mouth.
Her hand covers just the tip,
fingers spread, nipple almost seen,
the rest bare, heavy, waiting.
Tongue slides between those fingers,
sucks the nipple while her hand stays,
life-giving softness turned
into wet, deliberate tease...
and you throb.
๐ค Made with AI
