6/13/14
In love. I often fall back into places my memory tried to cave in in preparation of nights like this. My cunning beautiful love song adrift for temporary trips I've succumbed the I'm afraid more than once to the touch of my own hands. Prepping myself for indulgence unable to compare to your aggression
Lost files in my libidos memory, I'm playing my own self inspired moans on repeat.
No one there to pull my hair, and wet my sheets
Yet there's a indescribable need for me to feed a sensation created by the thought of you
Fingertip massages in secrets places
I've become selfish in my naked celebrations
No one there to pull my hair, and wet my sheets
Yet there's a indescribable need for me to feed a sensation created by the thought of you
Fingertip massages in secrets places
I've become selfish in my naked celebrations
Selfishly clinging to your scents. Your side of the bed unoccupied my hands occupied to make my little lady into a cream pie only you rightfully understand how to enjoy this good meal. A good feel... you've transformed my horny rants into satisfied grants
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