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buy her books and lingerie

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come into bed and listen to the rain with me

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if you see this, rub your clit 🫶🏼

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Imagine laying on your back on the couch and she just walks up to you and lays on top of you, burying her face in the crook of your neck, and sighing happily as she closes her eyes and snuggles a little closer.

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need a pretty girl to desperately grind on top of me then spread her soft thighs apart so i can see the growing wet spot on her cute little panties. seeing how needy and drippy her wet little cunt is getting for me then pulling them to the side and shoving my fingers deep inside to make her whimper

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susanna wurz

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B🎃🎃BS.

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“your nipples look cold, let me put my mouth on them”

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Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

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Dreaming of the sappy domestic life. Making meals and treats for her. Watching comfort movies whilst snuggled up with each other. Holding hands wherever we go. Sweet ‘I love you’s’ all the time. A house decorated together with our aesthetics. Stealing her clothes whenever I miss her. Celebrating holidays together like a little family. Cute days out or fun night drives. Being swaddled together, falling asleep in each others arms

Just craving some sappy love right now

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horny but like for intimacy

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i fear i need some god damn tenderness in my life

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i mean like maybe you could kiss me and i would kiss you back, who knows

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