I was dying a pathetically agonizing death every moment waiting for your sensuously silken fingers; why don't you just come infront of me; scratch me uninhibitedly on my cheek with them; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an inconsolably disastrous death every moment waiting for your astoundingly poignant lips; why don't you just come infront of me; kiss me unabashedly on my lips with them; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a torturously sullen death every moment waiting for your tantalizingly unparalleled belly; why don't you just come infront of me; gyrate it jubilantly like the shooting stars; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a wretchedly uncouth death every moment waiting for your profoundly unblemished eyes; why don't you just come infront of me; savor every aspect of my personality with their black's and whites; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an invidiously castrated death every moment waiting for your unbelievably ravishing hair; why don't you just come infront of me; carelessly swish them on my intricate goose-bumps; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a unforgivably penalizing death every moment; waiting for your mellifluously spell binding throat; why don't you just come infront of me; sing just a rhyme with it towards my trembling countenance; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an indescribably lamenting death every moment; waiting for your sacredly dainty feet; why don't you just come infront of me; point a path on earth with it for me to follow; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a fetidly perverted death every moment; waiting for your bountifully effulgent cheeks; why don't you just come infront of me; let them blush an infinitesimal trifle; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a treacherously gory death every moment; waiting for your inscrutably inimitable shadow; why don't you just come infront of me; let its velvetiness incarcerate each of my senses; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a barbarously asphyxiating death every moment; waiting for your
rhapsodically victorious neck; why don't you just come infront of me; nod it
only once in ethereal mischief; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a horrendously vindictive death every moment; waiting for your
astoundingly eclectic fingers; why don't you just come infront of me; trace them like white electricity down my unstoppably reverberating spine; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a hysterically cadaverous death every moment; waiting for your unfathomably creative mind; why don't you just come infront of me; unfurl
its wildest fantasy beside my ardent breath; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an abhorrently diabolical death every moment; waiting for your
wondrously stupefying armpits; why don't you just come infront of me; let their golden rivers of sweat dribble upon my fanatically waiting skin; and then forever fill me?
I was dying a satanically crucifying death every moment; waiting for your impeccably adorable ears; why don't you just come infront of me; let their magnetically titillating lobes dangle on my forehead; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a disdainfully cold-blooded death every moment; waiting for your ebulliently unassailable personality; why don't you just come infront of me; let its unconquerable fragrance wholesomely capsize each of my senses; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an unthinkably mortifying death every moment; waiting for your insuperably majestic nostrils; why don't you just come infront of me; let them fierily breathe down my enthused neck; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an unbearably remorseful death every moment; waiting for your royally nubile shoulders; why don't you just come infront of me; entwine their unlimited glory with my uncontrollably resonating chest; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a mercilessly lambasting death every moment; waiting for your pricelessly voluptuous bosom; why don't you just come infront of me; unravel just a fragment of its timeless compassion into my life; and then forever kill me?
And I was dying a gorily demented death every moment; waiting for your perpetually ameliorating heart; why don't you just come infront of me; lets its immortal beats caress my miserably emaciated soul; and then forever kill me?
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