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I never dreamed that I would meet some one like you. And I don't want to fall in love, but the way you made me dream and the way you made me feel... that way...
Sometimes the sense of the obscure or the end.. the feeling..I began to lose control and I felt that I might have made you cry...but I am just feeling insecure, that maybe you would not love me anymore...I did not mean to hurt you...I am just a jealous man.
Your shape and your frame are still an imprinted in my eyes, the sense of you beneath me the feeling of your wetness against my thighs..the le fee verte.
I did not mean to hurt you...but the weight of you under my hand made me sight..
Sometimes the sense of the obscure or the end.. the feeling..I began to lose control and I felt that I might have made you cry...but I am just feeling insecure, that maybe you would not love me anymore...I did not mean to hurt you...I am just a jealous man.
Your shape and your frame are still an imprinted in my eyes, the sense of you beneath me the feeling of your wetness against my thighs..the le fee verte.
I did not mean to hurt you...but the weight of you under my hand made me sight..
