Michael...
I touch your soft, smooth, warm skin. My fingers tingle, my moyo skips a beat. You're blissfully asleep. Your beautiful face arest and calm. Gourgous chokoleti cloloured, almond-shaped eyes closed. Full, mto lips silghtly opened, breathing quiet breaths. Your cute, silky black curls fall to the side and infront of wewe Angel face.
I wonder what wewe dream about... Songs, world peace.. all of these beautiful things.
You do a deep sigh, slightly making me jump. You're an angel. I trace your perfect jawline. I wonder if wewe can feel my gentle touches? If wewe can, do wewe like it? I...
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