I want to wither in delight, to moan and wriggle. to fully emerge myself into this energy to lose control to passion to let that steamy, pink, red, orange , delight fill me beyond my limit To be like a fig, wet and surrendered.
Lets create a hot juicy mess, lets feel our static skin connecting like electric currents Passionate heavy gasps open mouths beyond amazement in a galaxy of awe that this much pleasure can exist Tingles of teasing light caresses anticipation tipping us to the tip to the tip