Wanna swing your mood!

widely spread fire upon body blooms like flower eyelashes prick over wrist and lips on palm spilling wine through face is like cradle on my tongue the touch of you is divine. Your loving Devil.

When you're upon me I never feel low but in flow. I smell your skin as the fragrance of fresh wind passing through cocoa tree. I feel drench as under fresh water rivulet when you are upon me.

My mornings are filled with sparkling joy when you're my sunshine. Cuddling of your words is stirred in the cup of tea. I sip and also feel your every sip while looking in your eyes.

I melted as sugar cube in tea to be tasty. I melted as shyness in your arm to make you warm. I melted as exertion in rest to be fresh and best.

Embrace the love as the winters embrace November. Desirable you are and touchable me for sure. Never allowed to time to go and embrace me like the color of rainbow.

Blossom me by your alluring fondle to make me feel the joy of kindle when love threads you and me no way goes to back, nothing remains except conceiving and giving born new, fresh and illuminated love of joy. I'm dying to feel worthy son of hope to find the paradise. Cuddle me because love is what makes me insane.

Hands against the wall in my thoughts when you scroll. Sometimes you win but sometimes I You run fast, I just crawl.

Her eleventh kiss made me insane indeed no worry and hurry there was and no hues and husk. Her smile is a real art on face a curve locked my lips within like the waxing moon in sea. One to tenth kisses by her were also bliss to make the crimson lips.

a wet fire inside strokes of affection wide pour your witty spirit let me take a ride. Both are fuse wire be my amplifire press your feel against me fulfil my burning desire.

The scent of your skin takes me away. When I feel blue it makes me gray. Give more you to me some another day. My only love to you what I pay. For all your care million thanks anyway.

When lips met I feel beating retreat sitting on back seat with my increasing heart beat. When lips meet sitting on front seat we feel bittersweet because love is incomplete.