Cello body contour. Again she turns white on the bed. I play you boldly. And the symphony is not enough for us! After all, your every move, and every scream and every your moan. Sounds like a chord of delight. The strings are stretched and thin. So frank and familiar, so amazing as if, we're somewhere in the clouds, not at home. We got the morning as a gift. Cello back and hips elasticity curved towards. I barely touch with a bow, like, And immediately the shoulders tremble. A melody of love and passion. Two are born invariably. Will join the concert parts, Beds are a chamber scene.
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Cello body contour. Again she turns white on the bed. I play you boldly. And the symphony is not enough for us! After all, your every move, and every scream and every your moan. Sounds like a chord of delight. The strings are stretched and thin. So frank and familiar, so amazing as if, we're somewhere in the clouds, not at home. We got the morning as a gift. Cello back and hips elasticity curved towards. I barely touch with a bow, like, And immediately the shoulders tremble. A melody of love and passion. Two are born invariably. Will join the concert parts, Beds are a chamber scene.