saggy breast slim waist is foreign. Her face more beautiful than the sunset. Her skin covered in sweat and African butter.
Held onto her so tight so afraid to let go after all I had waited months to see that smile of hers that somehow seemed to make my world beautiful.
Her moans and nails you could never know how angels sing and the devils clutches feel after all they say love leaves a mark.
Her breasts her biggest insecurity the most beautiful art piece painted by Mother Nature my weakness. Soft as a cushion an amazing headrest for a man in distress
How I could imagine tiny hands holding onto her for their dear life. She my queen shall bare my children and feed them with nector from her breasts