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She comes naked waiting to be dressed. Only with a veil of hope and expectations she is set. And she shyly awaits my gentle kiss. Her fresh lips let out her first warm breath. I inhale her joyful sorrow. I feel her sad delight. And I am brave again, at least enough to touch her. But I reach her not. I sense her not. And yet her hands are all over me. Powerless is my pleasure. I am helpless. She rules my world with hesitation. She is certain with the insecurity of her destiny. As I’m the only one who can give her shape, who can tailor her clothes. Only my hands can put on the mask she needs so badly. Only my lips would take her breasts. Through my passion she can sense the scent of her juices. It is my desire that completes her. It is my caressing that makes her feel the world. In my eyes she is worshiped. She is the Night of New Year. The first I ever had.The one who had me first. Share her with me and make her even filthier and whorisher. Make her happy. Happy New Year.

31 dec 2005, quantx