Hot passion like fire on our skin. Drowning in desire for your touch and taste. Lust drips from my tongue, tears of want fall from my eyes. Reaching through the misty haze I grab your hand, pulling you into my embrace. Hands on your hips, I thrust, delving in you; diving into your soul. I mine the rich fields of youContinue reading “Passion”
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