"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."


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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Learning To Know You











I already know how you’re going to feel in my mouth. I know what you’re going to taste on my tongue. Even if it’s the first time, I know all that. I slowly bend my head, my lips parting as I approach your cock. I see it jerk as you feel my breath caressing it. My lips gently close around its head. My tongue licks the pearl of pre-cum. I close my eyes, savoring the salty taste. My fingers find the base of your cock, where the curves of your testicles begin. I wrap my hand around it, while the other is going under your balls, caressing them, massaging them, stroking them. You spread your legs a little more, giving me a better access.

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