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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

[SLOWFALL EROTIQUE]




[SLOWFALL EROTIQUE]
THE MUSIC FOR THE SHOW...

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                      l into the thickness of all that is you.
Thee the harbinger of my most salicious dreams...
I want to see you wet...
The thickness of you that I want to explore... mountains and valley's all erupting from your core...
Do not hide from me for I am but a bard to see... to paint these pictures from words that tell of your fertility...
The beauty of your being... let me see thee in thy splendor.
MMMMMMM.
To drink of your fount as it lies exposed... big ol thighs to the sky.
Big, Beautiful woman... standing in BBW dreams of touching all that you are.
Gently for a second and then roughly cause that how I roll.
Part artist... part hard, no question as to my sexuality.
I like it thick... I like it thin... big booty's dance in the perimeters of my psyche.
If I said it any other way would you overstand?
Come to me thickly... cum to me.
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JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[INHALATION]




[INHALATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BRIEF INTERLUDE... TOTALLY SETS THE MOOD.
http://youtu.be/CuyezJiX3Aw

THE MODELS NAME IS TIERRA MARIE

Damn girl you got me all caught up in a twirl... lost in a swirl.
From the pointed heels of yo stillettos to the nappy curls that adorn the crown of thy head.
Make me mix old english all off in my prose...you hear I a knock pon yo doe?


Open thy door, thou hast blasted mine mind.. 
Lost all in the grain of your manifestation... the lusciousness of your stance.
Watch some hater come on here and start some shit... running to the facebook report button...
Click!.

Back to the introspection at hand... the dizzying heights of your long legs rising... rising.
Thou art art splashed pon the walls of mens minds... a memory of vivid color... a flash of activity.
The stuff that dreams are made of when in solitude, a most beautiful interlude.
Air as it fills the lungs after a freedive...
Aahhh fresh oxygen.

Thou hast entered the very ether of my being as I remain so lost in your matter.
Damn girl you got me all caught up in a twirl... lost in a swirl.