Thought Feels

My man My man has that to be of meat and bone He complains he mutters and he asks for excuses Knowing that always will be loved My man never me leaves only exactly absent present Thought Feels mine smells and my desire My man does not need to be bonanza Is very enough to be somebody special That receives me in its arms My man does not need to always say yes More when she will be necessary, to say I am here It enchants me and it seduces exactly without saying My man is a being that listening, speaks That she cries, to smile or suffers with me and she takes me blond dom pleasure My man arrives of mansinho Conquest me with affection a kiss, a moan, a skin touch My man does not belong to me Simply he is to my Inebriante side drives crazy me My man arrepia me with a look Blows up me when loving together with Always leaving the taste of I want more My man does not order, it asks for Therefore knows that thus My man will be taken care of Alone by the fact of being my man allotment its fears and secrets Without fearing invasion of its privacy Therefore it knows to respect mine My man does not need to lie Therefore leaves it me to live and to breathe Is enough to speak when to want to leave Therefore exactly when leaving my heart It knows that he will continue being loved For the simple fact of its Beth truth Souza