Rosebuds69
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There is something so special, poetic and beautiful about love and lust in the spring, especially young love. Summer is great too, but spring is the beginning of awakening everywhere. Sun gets hotter by the day, days grow longer, flowers blossom, green leaves grow, we bask in light and are surrounded by sweet smells... and men and women, boys and girls, feel a need to kiss and touch each other, their hormones raging under the burning sun. Their moans mix with the song of birds and buzzing of bees, their kisses sweet as nectar. Be it in the shadow of a blossoming tree, on a street corner where sun warms the concrete and asphalt, behind a vending machine in a school hallway or at the mall, on a beach where sea is still too cold for a swim, but too beautiful not to watch and maybe even dip in, in the middle of a wheat field bright as gold, in small villages and towns so far away from concerete jungle, or in a bedroom behind closed doors, spring finds them and spurs them on, making them feel hot and free, leading them to a natural dance that men and women have been doing since the dawn of time. Then, every detail about one another becomes beautiful, even imperfections, because it is unique to them and they belong to one another, they want to kiss every inch of each other. In spring, many boys have kissed and sucked on the girls' buds for the first time, making them drip with nectar like blossoming flowers. Then they kissed them so they tasted their sweet nectar, calling them their sunshine, their beautiful dove, their sweet peach. The taste and words which intoxicated them as they got their cherries popped. Bright rays of sun stroke the couples' naked bodies as they discover pleasures of lovemaking, their moans and musings carried away by the breeze and rustle of leaves, their hearts swelling with love as they melt into one another.
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