I've never craved the touch of another, until I met you.
You make my lips quiver as your tongue glazes over top of them.
My legs tremble as your fingertips make their way down my body.
My lungs weak from the way you make me moan and gasp for air.
My hair, messy from us being naughty under your covers.
My voice cracks more and more every time I scream your name.
You show me how much I want you.
t.h.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
I've never craved the touch of another, until I met you.
You make my lips quiver as your tongue glazes over top of them.
My legs tremble as your fingertips make their way down my body.
My lungs weak from the way you make me moan and gasp for air.
My hair, messy from us being naughty under your covers.
My voice cracks more and more every time I scream your name.
You show me how much I want you.
t.h.
