Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Hunger.



My favorite you, is when you're just a little toasted. You pull me close to you. Your kisses are fiery and soft. I can feel my insides getting warmer. You're goofy and persistent. It makes me comfortable. Feeling our breath. My hands tied into yours. The lazy lay. Firm, warm, and lazy. I could fuck you for hours in that moment. Completely content without words. Just touch.

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