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I want to make love to you. I want to tear off the cloths that hide the beauty God made - the way he made it. I want to cut the strings that bind bosom to breast and expose cleavage as the Mona Lisa exposed her smile. I want to cherish the view of breast to beautiful neck, gracefully gliding to and through features too lovely for mother nature to preserve. I want to taste your lips, long, gentle, over and over and over again. I want to press your body toward me so that I may feel the warmth of your wetness, the heat of your passion. I want to hold your thighs open even as they press around me . I want you All of you Every inch of you Every breath , every sigh, every scream, every moment of you. I want to enslave your body and smash your will leaving nothing but submission to me Only me Whenever Where ever I please to take you I want the world in my arms
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