You stare up at me with those hungry eyes, drinking me in.
Those rose-bud lips parted, breathless.
I will never get enough of your honey sweet nectar.
Everytime we undress I find a new freckle, a new undiscovered place.
Tracing the valleys of your hips, your waist.
Chest heaving, I open myself for you
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
You stare up at me with those hungry eyes, drinking me in.
Those rose-bud lips parted, breathless.
I will never get enough of your honey sweet nectar.
Everytime we undress I find a new freckle, a new undiscovered place.
Tracing the valleys of your hips, your waist.
Chest heaving, I open myself for you