Lion Head Mesa dyestain

You spelled best a little funny there, friend. ^^

With a kiss, she could keep him forever.

The man pulled back with a smile, a breath of a laugh on his tongue, and a sweet nudge beneath her chin. He kissed her throat, her cheeks, showering her in love so sweet she would step away dusted with sugar.

Arsenio could not have enough, could not find himself close enough to her to be satisfied.

The man pressed himself to the warmth of her frame and hummed softly. The redstone wolf rested his throat upon her head and held her tightly. He breathed a steadying sigh and sang softly to the autumn leaf nestled close to him.

Poio to hroma tis agapis
poios tha mou to vrei
Na ‘nai kokkino san ilios
tha kaiei san fotia
Kitrino san to feggari