Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.
Laura GentileMots clés kiss desires eyes breasts opium lips subconsciousness
She's got legs like a stork, no arse worth speaking of, and great cow-like eyes. call that a woman?' 'You just like big tits', chentsov retorted. 'That's an outmoded, pre-revolutionary point of view
Vasily GrossmanMaybe this all seems like a digression or even a case of protesting too much, but the point is that I have touched a breast and that I liked it.
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