SharolMoon

Be silent when you have nothing to say, when genuine passion moves you, say what you have to say, and say it hotWhat turns me onI let my silky hair fall to my shoulders and spread my thighs towards my lover… the winter skies are cold and low, with strong winds and icy hail. But when we make love under our covers, we make three months of summerWhat turns me off “If you are going to leave, let me be in your arms for the last time, let me carry your perfume in every pore of my skin… let me quench these crazy cravings that I bring from thirst