lilLuv13's Blog

Touching, rubbing. Thoughts thought. Thoughts quite naught....or not. Typically untypical told in recall. In the eyes of the mind individual. What's naught to one, may be elementary use of engrained chemistry...I'm not one to judge. Love is love and should be indulged upon and shared, abundantly... Bees::pollen, I theorize, is our job given... naturally. Just as, some flowers may warrent altered time allotted to tend properly to it's individual needs, we meet who we meet...oh the heat! Are you following along? Fingers lingering ...flowers entering, pistols pressed to pleasures. Forget tulips, wanting two lips, wanting to lick...que up an adult flick....legs looking to shake. Take!