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lørdag den 16. august 2014

The taste of lust,
the taste of passion,
the taste of a soul,
a passionate soul.
It could taste like sweet strawberries or raspberries
or even spicy as chilli,
but also like a taste of a liquor never been brewed.
How tasteful and delicious can it be?
Deep passionate kisses...
slow and deep passionate kisses 
so deep,
so strong the sensual touches,
like this taste of each other’s souls, 
flaming lips of so much desire,
this taste of passion,
this deep red passion.
Tasting each inch of each other’s bodies so lovingly traced.
As my breath touches yours, we become together one,
we’re tasting and touching each other’s souls.

Teasing, tantalizing kisses, our tongues begin to mingle,
strawberry kisses upon my lips of desire,
drinking, tasting savouring this taste of a liquor never been brewed.
Deep French kissing as the sweetness of raspberry taste,
dripping from your mouth into mine,
your taste on my lips
and mine on yours.

Deep wet kisses so sensual and so deep,
strong waves of love full of your sensual touch,
this is taste of lust,
this is taste of passion,
this is taste of two souls,
of two passionate souls,
merging and drinking opening a floodgate of sensuousness,
deep, strong loving kisses as our tongues explore,
know even more spicy like chilli,
we’re warm and flaming like red lava.

The shower splashes water upon our face as we make sweet love,
merging together so gently as my breath gently touches yours,
deeper, stronger becoming so passionate and long,
lovingly kissing each inch of your body
as we together explore
this is taste of lust,
this is taste of passion,
this is taste of two souls,
of two passionate souls.

The slippery and intoxicating taste of the strawberry as it drips into your mouth,
deep, passionate and so strong as I hold you so close to me.
Taste the sweet taste of my nectar,
my sweet peach blossom,
as I drink the liquor from your tasting lips,
the taste of the liquor never been brewed.

So taste me, drink my soul.
You will not be dissatisfied I can assure you that!

Miss Monique

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