Your Body, Your Touch

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence travel up North towards trust and sincerity in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede. You put day light into your entrapment for noontide to go nonstop. Caress from yonder, massage from under your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness. If your bones are licked by wild beasts the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection. If the rains fall through the planes of your body vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth. Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine. Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry making the aggression of your nubile emission in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction when the night's light strike your contrasting body for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful, nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.