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A man who knows how to treat a woman like a lady!
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A man that can make me weak in the knees and make my heart race out of control.
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The one who knows where the spot is ![]() Every spot that's pleasurable ![]() |
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The one who can carry a deep and intellectual conversation.
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A man that will hand me a wrench when I am under my car working on it!
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A man who can talk to you about his deepest feelings, whatever they may be!!!
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A man with respect
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A man like the ones portrayed in a lot of George Strait songs
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The one who knows where the spot is ![]() Every spot that's pleasurable ![]() |
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NASCAR lights my fire lol
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NASCAR lights my fire lol mississippi you get my flame going to. |
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.. she knows who she is.. and as far as why..mmnmmmn ohhhhhh.yessss
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My fire stays lit, the man who can take the heat is the one for me....
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My fire stays lit, the man who can take the heat is the one for me.... ![]() ![]() |
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My fire stays lit, the man who can take the heat is the one for me.... ![]() ![]() I can't find your zipper ![]() |
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My fire stays lit, the man who can take the heat is the one for me.... ![]() ![]() I can't find your zipper ![]() Good thing. We don't need a weenie roast. ![]() |
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My fire stays lit, the man who can take the heat is the one for me.... ![]() ![]() I can't find your zipper ![]() Good thing. We don't need a weenie roast. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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You are alone .. Standing in the middle of a warm still room... Naked.. Hands tied above your body to a solid wooden beam. You can barely make out a single shape as your eyes adjust to the blackness. The only point of reference is a spear of moonlight slicing through the dark .. Striking your taut sexcy body. Your senses are electric.. On edge .. As you smell my scent and feel my presence in the room... Hmmmm ... This man definitely lights my fire Rawww.....!! |
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alone .. warm.. Naked.. solid wooden beam..blackness.. spear.. slicing Striking..electric.edge.....definitely lights my fire me too.. ![]() |
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You are alone .. Standing in the middle of a warm still room... Naked.. Hands tied above your body to a solid wooden beam. You can barely make out a single shape as your eyes adjust to the blackness. The only point of reference is a spear of moonlight slicing through the dark .. Striking your taut sexcy body. Your senses are electric.. On edge .. As you smell my scent and feel my presence in the room... Hmmmm ... This man definitely lights my fire Rawww.....!! You've certainly stoked my fire with the imagery of your words... DA*N! ![]() |
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