Lips together, moans joined.Raise the volume,Let the television cover our sound.Hands move,Denim, cotton, covered delightsMy hands long to touch fleshYour hands rub between my legsPurrs of desireYou like what you feel Yet tonight skin will not touch skinLet us kiss againOnly tongues penetrateSalivate, wetness sharedAs cloth rubs against clothAs our clothes stay on A TasteContinue reading “Our Clothes Stay On”
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