My eyes drift up to the rotating colors moving as fast as my heartbeat across the ceiling.
I close my eyes and feel your hands gripping my thighs, pulling
me in, closing all distance between us.
All the blood in my body rushes down between my legs. I bite my
lip in anticipation, letting my body sink into the sensation of
feeling your warmth next to me.
I take one last look at the kaleidoscope ceiling, bring my lips to yours and finally give in.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
My eyes drift up to the rotating colors moving as fast as my heartbeat across the ceiling.
I close my eyes and feel your hands gripping my thighs, pulling
me in, closing all distance between us.
All the blood in my body rushes down between my legs. I bite my
lip in anticipation, letting my body sink into the sensation of
feeling your warmth next to me.
I take one last look at the kaleidoscope ceiling, bring my lips to yours and finally give in.
A moment I had to capture.
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