Mr Spaghetti's favourite image of Ana Rosa In Brisbane
Share this...
I meet Ana for the first time in front of a quaint music venue for an intimate social date. She is wearing a classy pastel red long coat. Shining like a hot flame on a cold evening.
I can feel the scents of passion the moment I see her. She greets me with open arms and hugs me tight. Hugging for me is an opening door to the other's intimate world and the more you welcome others into this space the more you make yourself vulnerable. A true sign of trust. Ana is intriguing, and fun. We start talking about the wonders of the world. We walk on the pavements of amazement. We get lost in the alleys of astonishment. We dance and we kiss. And just like that the two hours of our social date pass in the blink of an eye. She invites me to her apartment. hallelujah!
I love your place Ana. The unit is chic, away from the noise of life. You whisper the song of love into my ears. Your eyes are on fire. The fingers are wandering. The lips are fused. Your tenderness is teasing me. I enjoy your softness, you fancy my hardness, I shut my eyes and you turn me on. We move, we play, we dance, we drink, we giggle, we sweat, we shake and we free ourselves before a trusted soul. Moments of liberty.
The taste of your honey is still in my palate mon ami and the smell of your hair in my nose, the voice of your moaning in my ears and the feel of your nipples on my teeth my dear. You appear in my dreams bella!
I can feel the scents of passion the moment I see her. She greets me with open arms and hugs me tight. Hugging for me is an opening door to the other's intimate world and the more you welcome others into this space the more you make yourself vulnerable. A true sign of trust. Ana is intriguing, and fun. We start talking about the wonders of the world. We walk on the pavements of amazement. We get lost in the alleys of astonishment. We dance and we kiss. And just like that the two hours of our social date pass in the blink of an eye. She invites me to her apartment. hallelujah!
I love your place Ana. The unit is chic, away from the noise of life. You whisper the song of love into my ears. Your eyes are on fire. The fingers are wandering. The lips are fused. Your tenderness is teasing me. I enjoy your softness, you fancy my hardness, I shut my eyes and you turn me on. We move, we play, we dance, we drink, we giggle, we sweat, we shake and we free ourselves before a trusted soul. Moments of liberty.
The taste of your honey is still in my palate mon ami and the smell of your hair in my nose, the voice of your moaning in my ears and the feel of your nipples on my teeth my dear. You appear in my dreams bella!