Her for him
B I would like to talk a little about myself through your eyes, a white canvas in which the night dresses my skin like the moon, in which my eyes like stars pierce your dreams and your most intimate and perverse secrets that would break social conventions. my lips like my large areolas and my pronounced nipples make you gape, my like the flower of the devil and of passion, it remains delicate and blooming, waiting for its key so as to unlock eternal winters and welcome hot summers and violent rains, and what about my body that you consider beautiful, soft at the corners like a small temple of the most ancient springs that seeks its strong column to support itself from the timely moods, perhaps above you, your sex, you know that you I love you, you see how I am when I'm around, innocent little girl.
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