I have all this heat
going to waste when I could be sharing it with you
I’m not overly sexual
nor do I like to be oversexed, but with you I imagine the previous two to be major
probabilities
From the kisses we
have shared and the times our bodies have been in close contact, I know that
should we get into bed it would take us sixty nine thousand seconds
This is because I would
take my time exploring the landscapes of your huge mass; from top to bottom
using all my senses and tongue for taste, I would assess and in turn be
caressed
This heat is from the
inside and It’s called love, but I want it represented, given form and have it
named “to fuck”
Yes, I want us to
switch between making love and fucking
Slow and smooth to
fast and edged
Confusing the body,
but making sense to the soul
You can have all I have
to give, you can have me whole
Pressure points and
g-spots explored
Mind fucks given a
rest, you and I given a test
One we most certainly
can pass, way beyond I believe the level of distinction
Cooling moments
reached after the stroke with cloud nine
I talk dirty but only
for you because I love you and you are mine
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