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When she loved you, she loved hard and all of herself. She was raw emotions and pure innocence, with depths of the sea.

Hyderabad: 11 April 2022: "She was whiskey in a shot glass. Neat.
She was vintage lace draped over a Mahogany antique table.
She was sweet red wine in a gothic goblet with burgundy lipstick on the rim.
She was silky satin lingerie, with four strings on the back lace.
She was natural eyeshadow by day, and alluring hues at night.
She was cooking shows and comedies, and serial killer documentaries at 2am.
She had a Lana del Rey soul and a Rachmaninoff Concerto mind.
She loved going barefoot on the grass, and feeling the waves crash on her toes.
She wanted your fingers to slightly graze down the middle of her chest, and hands around her neck.
She was silky scarves tingling her skin softly, and cold tight chains on her wrists.
When she loved you, she loved hard and all of herself. She was raw emotions and pure innocence, with depths of the sea.
She was moans with her long hair in her mouth as the palm of your hand is on her back, and pleasurable screams and whimpers with a gag.
Her eyes told a story of pain and love, and you loved all of her curves and valleys. You're her only calmness to the storms in her eyes. And she'll love you for a thousand lifetimes".--
©️Michele

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