Breathe

kitty the naughty poet

His succulent plump lips glide down her flushed neck.

skating over the collarbone to land a kiss upon the base.

his fingers grip the strands of her sunburst hair at the nape

pulling her painted face up and

exposing the throat to the palm of his hand

locking his fingers into place

taking her breath with a squeeze of his fingers touch

melting under his burning wolf-like gaze

catching his own in his silver tongued throat

before guiding lips to hers giving her the breath back in one blow

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  • orchidee

    Kitty got no time to breathe. She's too busy having fun! lol.



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