I've been told I do these well - so far be it for me to argue with success.
Look into my eyes, for a moment or an hour, to see how my love grows, as lovely as a flower. Higher than a tower, that's higher than a cloud, that's how my ardor grows, unhinged and well endowed. Touching is allowed, as well as cosmic bliss, and Kama Sutra moves, that start with just a kiss. A kiss like this and that, on your lips and neck and breast, and between...Read On