Desire, still there
Lips stretching to a polite smile first, crackling to a forbidden kiss, after.
destiny playing a bitter joke, a sudden meeting, after all those years.
.
Those walls embracing their willing sin.
His fingers bathing on her secret scent.
Her nipples fighting the buttons that constrict her.
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She runs out, he stays put,
the simultaneous knowledge the desire is just not there anymore.
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It is much too early in the morning for me to be this aroused.
Wonderful writing.
Now for a cold shower and a cup of coffee…
ayayay:
Silvia – naughty, naughty!
T-Bone – likey, likey!
😀
Ay, Vivas, Mamacita!
This woman, giving men boners just by writing. I have to smell this woman.
Well… “have to…” – and not only “smell”.
I get a boner just by remembering, and from expectations.
Enough privacy…
For ein romantiker som meg er dette Vakkert , både bildet og orda 🙂
Marieklem din veg
Goosebumps in the morning, I love you Sylvia 🙂
yeah… you’re probably right, but what if they’re both just drunk!