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>You'll never touch Rosa's breast, and feel the softness of her femmininity
>You'll never touch her hips, hearing her moanings waiting for your love
>You'll never smell her floreal scent, immerging your nose in her canny hair.
>You'll never feel her soft skin, while trying to gently divest her chest of her sweaty shirt, soaked in hopes.
>You'll never hear again her moanings, asking you to completely denude her bottom from pants.
>You'll never see her perfectly delineated body, every curves is like a shore, every place in her body is a gift for your soul. She is the samadhi you've never achieved in countless lifetimes.
>You'll never feel her silky lips with the top of your fingers, soft like petals of a rose, never a name was so congruous for a person.
>You'll never kiss her gently, tasting the flavor of perfection, reaching the stars and the misteries of the infinite, and back to see her eyes pointing at you. At your past, present and future.
>Your hand will never slip over her exquisite mons pubis, feeling the softness of her girlyness, pressing to feel how pillowy it is, and then down to where your dreams are heading to since the inception.
>You'll never touch her labia Majora, rub her clitoris. Arguing if this whole perfection and fortune must have a cost.
>You'll never see Rosa twitching because of her sensitivity, gently tweeting her delight because you are exploring her shrine.
>Your finger will never dig into her vagina, feeling comfy and complete. Now you have to do a step further into her intimity. You have to merge your emotions with her feelings.
>You'll never see her hands heading at your belt, open up your pants, while her face is smiling gently at you. Just like an angel at the gate of the heavens.
