I want to taste myself on your tongue. Let my nails become acquainted with the skin on your back. Feel every satisfying inch of you go in and out of me. Get on my knees and worship you with my mouth. Wear your grip as a necklace. Meet you in the middle of pleasure and pain.
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Ooo! Great description
Thanks! xx
don't write to the waves
impermanence
closed mouths and moons
Well, good morning. That is passion and desire you could bottle up and sell. Have you seen the movie, The Secretary? James Spader. You would like it.
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