Just you me cuddles, good
music something to drink and a lot less to “think”... life detox we let lose like
dread lox, random kisses walking hand in hand with random conversationz
escorted by dirty jokes for grow folks completely covered by eye contact that
get you aroused plus your purr sound sexy, to this day it still vex me
mami, simple the way we like it nothing like it because from slow kissing to
nails scratching. You run defense on my masculinity while I preserve
your femininity, dream bricks and tear brick held together by happy moments and
hard times we build our city (home) smell of amazing food (yeah that’s my
cooking lol) as we walk down the streets covered in beautiful graffiti, we take
a picture, and picture the perfect picture of infinity… funny how we say the
same thing at the same time “it’s not about me B” held down in a trinity, the
unperfect synergy the calm electric energy my war partner as I battle with my
inner … my truth when I say intimacy in-to –me-see… my personal doctor and loving
is her specialty, my life novel writer and se acclaimed critically, we are not
faking it, but the show is reality… a lady and a Queenz with real street
mentality... all on ourcouch
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