Let us fall,
Fall into a satin-sheeted bed,
As our passions push us into an intertwine,
As each touch waivers away our ornaments,
That are nothing but a bother,
So that our skins may kiss,
Let my lips caress upon you,
And caress I shall,
Till the roses of desire that blossom on your cheeks,
Grows and spread to all points intimate,
As the garnered juices of intimacy between your thighs,
Waterfalls down your legs,
Shall our hearts pound as hard as the bed rattles,
As we feast upon our lusts, as if there were no more morrows.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 12:12 AM UTC
Let us fall,
Fall into a satin-sheeted bed,
As our passions push us into an intertwine,
As each touch waivers away our ornaments,
That are nothing but a bother,
So that our skins may kiss,
Let my lips caress upon you,
And caress I shall,
Till the roses of desire that blossom on your cheeks,
Grows and spread to all points intimate,
As the garnered juices of intimacy between your thighs,
Waterfalls down your legs,
Shall our hearts pound as hard as the bed rattles,
As we feast upon our lusts, as if there were no more morrows.
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