Eloquent Elegance
Eloquence ride till mid-morning sun, elegant ride 'til deed is done. Elegant sway, elegant touch, to my love, it's never enough. Their form insatiable, their touch covert; yet my love cowers under darkness and shirt. Their body, they proclaim, is unworthy of love, yet where I stand, I see no flaws. As they bounce, as they rock, as they sing songs of praise, as I pin them down to scream my name. Eloquent elegance in its truest form, all found in the lover I've come to adore.









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