cheshyre

Dance. I'm collected as a candle. Smoke that rises, not me. I'm an explosion waiting to happen. Orgasms of smooth legs. Shiny hair. The water hits my belly button. No worries, played as a floatation device, the floor is way below us. I see beauty, I feel it thrust, harder baby you got me screaming. I'm only hot as I am red. Never tainted, I see through black rose petals. Touch me, just lust me, you're the best I've created. Tall as my legs over your head, I am invincible. Silk between my fingers, eyes that blush too. Do you like my dance? Let me show you how. You be my wick, I'll be your flame, and I will move all over you. Slow tickles and deep massages, this is the way it was meant to be. And every time you look at me, I just can't collect myself. You make me want you. Dance


Quote of this evening:


"Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway."