I want to feel your fingers slip up my vest, feel your hot breath dancing down my chest.
I want my pillow embedded with memories of you that put fantasies and dreams to shame. I want scents, moans, tastes engrained.
I want my naked skin weaved around yours, I want to leave claw marks along your spine as you beg for more, smash your palms into our headboard.
I want to feel your legs shake, as I start an earth quake inside of you, that'll leave you quivering for days.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
I want to feel your fingers slip up my vest, feel your hot breath dancing down my chest.
I want my pillow embedded with memories of you that put fantasies and dreams to shame. I want scents, moans, tastes engrained.
I want my naked skin weaved around yours, I want to leave claw marks along your spine as you beg for more, smash your palms into our headboard.
I want to feel your legs shake, as I start an earth quake inside of you, that'll leave you quivering for days.
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