Trust27

I'm losing control…your hands are ready to attack
slide from the hair, making their way down to the waist.
My silk, airy, transparent, lilac peignoir is
so malleable now and ready to your any whim.

They say:
"At the beginning
It was
word".
And I declare again:
it all starts
with love!

"That night is only the background of our selves,
Supremely true each to its separate self,
In the pale light that each upon the other throws."

♥Kitty♥.......♥Teen♥
♥Kiss♥.....♥Kiss♥
♥Kitty♥...♥Teen♥
♥Kiss♥♥Kiss♥
♥Kitty♥...♥Teen♥
♥Kiss♥.....♥Kiss♥
♥Kitty♥.......♥Teen♥
♥Kiss♥.........♥Kiss♥