brown skin

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Brown skin, tan skin, white skin, cherry nipples or chocolate ones, boy hips or wide, child rearing ones. Love is sweet, but flesh is sweeter, touching, holding, stroking or kissing.

Whenever I have one, I want another. Whenever I have another, I’m missing the other. When it’s the same, I feel back home, and when it’s new, I explore and enjoy.

How can I have a girlfriend, when my senses crave for more? How can I settle, when there are big pillow breasts and pretty girl breasts? They shake their heads, mutter “men…” but isn’t it true?

My sweetheart now, she understands. My eye still roams, and photographs are a treat. I paint and take pictures, my models come and go, my sensuous eye travels over their skin. I make love to them with art, and my wife is not jealous, she has found what I need most.

We have a family, and we sleep together, it is our union that I love most. We join together, and come so quietly, the kids are sleeping, how things have changed.