Wild fire

Thinking of you is a bliss desire. It is in my nature. Your beauty feels in my heart. There is something about you that makes my heart race. Your curvy body is a delight to my eyes. Want to feel your skin with my skin. Feel your hands and explore your body with my hands. Feel your lips with my mouth, and make your heart pound as fast as mine pounds for you. Enjoy your smile. Those teeth are capable of melt the hardest heart. I want to play with your hair in my hands and always get lost in contemplating you. There is something about the tone of your skin that attracts me to you. The waves of your hair resemble the flames of a fire. The surface of your body like the almond milk I want to drink. The softness of your body is like a fluffy cat. Your butt cheeks firm as a peach, they wiggle at the rhythm of the metronome. Your breasts rounded with the exact size to be kissed and to be caressed. Yes, your shape is like an hourglass that bounce from time to time making my heart pound. Outwardly your are a delight but inwardly I can see your strength, your power, your liveliness, your weakness, your sin, your madness, your tenderness, your goodness, your brilliance, your stubbornness, your excitement, and the Holy Spirit dwelling in you, what makes you the most valuable asset. I can see the girl that says from the inside and shouts out to the outside. Do you enjoy what you see? of course I do. I love to see you blush. I enjoy every little part of you. When your mood swings unravel I cannot handle your fire, it burns me, you turn me into a cloud. Your whole being ignite the wild fire in my soul and quenches the thirst of my soul. You are the desire and devoted friendship and companion that I want.