Nary a moment passes without yearning for the utterance of such verbosity. The lavishing of lexicon so astute yet winding, journeying upon the curves of your ravenous lingual tongue. Press me tenderly into the deep expanse of your vernacular, and verily shepherd my ever rising amorousness to your soul.
Nary a moment passes without yearning for the utterance of such verbosity. The lavishing of lexicon so astute yet winding, journeying upon the curves of your ravenous lingual tongue. Press me tenderly into the deep expanse of your vernacular, and verily shepherd my ever rising amorousness to your soul.