{ENVISION THIS VISION} A COLLAB FEATURING LACHELLE JOHNSON
the music...
http://youtu.be/XIl9GaKt7k0
Her in a mirror and I in repose contemplating her form... Her playing in her hair and I lost in flights of fancy... She the fantastic fantasy that I gaze upon. I blessed lie and take her in... Her form so much a part of who she is... I wonder if she knows that at this second all I see is her... T shirt, panties and her personality... I wonder if she sees?
She sees a mere reflection of him,, embraced in the image of his needs, desires fulfilling the thirst water alone could not quench. Intoxicating aura, blissful harmony, She shows him the purest form created, seeing the inner him that lives within her, his gaze pierced the essence sending the waves splashing on the shore making lasting impressions in the sand. She sees him
In my mind she dances and it is so graceful... her lines, and I sigh at the beauty...
So eager am I too have her entice me, to become the antithesis to all that I have seen...
Would she walk beyond I wonder as her pheromones fill the corners of my mind...
She seeming to grow as she in a fraction of overstanding seduces me...
In seeing would she become the scintillating apparition of my most succulent dreams...
The all that I be.
A silhouette captures the fragrance… in a naked trace of his presence secretly indulging. .mesmerized by his orchestration, elevates the chemistry; His methodology is my aphrodisiac explores her agility paralyzing all her senses. Her reality trembles under his voice.
Mmmmm as in response I find myself saturated and full...
She the fulfillment and the release... a most refreshing drink for a most weary traveler...
A bath, the water calm and warm... So invigorating.
In the nappy roots of me she washes away the dirt and grime... The awful tragedy.
Standing before me in t shirt and panties she sees the real me...
I see the real her.
Things just got so deep.
She can only fathom the magnitude of arousal, percussion's beating loudly, intimacy ignites majestic flames unspoken language fills the pinnacle of his existence. curiosity seized the moment, intrinsic persona devours her imaginations. Her t shirt and panties I see him real clearly.
BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LACHELLE JOHNSON
the music...
http://youtu.be/XIl9GaKt7k0
Her in a mirror and I in repose contemplating her form... Her playing in her hair and I lost in flights of fancy... She the fantastic fantasy that I gaze upon. I blessed lie and take her in... Her form so much a part of who she is... I wonder if she knows that at this second all I see is her... T shirt, panties and her personality... I wonder if she sees?
She sees a mere reflection of him,, embraced in the image of his needs, desires fulfilling the thirst water alone could not quench. Intoxicating aura, blissful harmony, She shows him the purest form created, seeing the inner him that lives within her, his gaze pierced the essence sending the waves splashing on the shore making lasting impressions in the sand. She sees him
In my mind she dances and it is so graceful... her lines, and I sigh at the beauty...
So eager am I too have her entice me, to become the antithesis to all that I have seen...
Would she walk beyond I wonder as her pheromones fill the corners of my mind...
She seeming to grow as she in a fraction of overstanding seduces me...
In seeing would she become the scintillating apparition of my most succulent dreams...
The all that I be.
A silhouette captures the fragrance… in a naked trace of his presence secretly indulging. .mesmerized by his orchestration, elevates the chemistry; His methodology is my aphrodisiac explores her agility paralyzing all her senses. Her reality trembles under his voice.
Mmmmm as in response I find myself saturated and full...
She the fulfillment and the release... a most refreshing drink for a most weary traveler...
A bath, the water calm and warm... So invigorating.
In the nappy roots of me she washes away the dirt and grime... The awful tragedy.
Standing before me in t shirt and panties she sees the real me...
I see the real her.
Things just got so deep.
She can only fathom the magnitude of arousal, percussion's beating loudly, intimacy ignites majestic flames unspoken language fills the pinnacle of his existence. curiosity seized the moment, intrinsic persona devours her imaginations. Her t shirt and panties I see him real clearly.
BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LACHELLE JOHNSON
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