I’ve been spoiled.
Pleasures of the flesh dancing circles in my dreams, laying rose petals, supple and decadent in their beauty across memories of the feel of your skin. Smooth and distinctly human.
With hands like wandering explorers, curious and cautious as fingers danced across foreign flesh.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
I’ve been spoiled.
Pleasures of the flesh dancing circles in my dreams, laying rose petals, supple and decadent in their beauty across memories of the feel of your skin. Smooth and distinctly human.
With hands like wandering explorers, curious and cautious as fingers danced across foreign flesh.
