It’s irresistible.
The soft sound of your breath and
the way your hips move
in the dark.
I like the glisten of sweat on your chest and
the straining of your arms
against the bed sheets.
I like your voice and
the look in your eyes
like a whole different man.
I love it when you beg.
I love it when I give in and
the feeling of mutual satisfaction
as we both touch.
I love the ending and
when you lose control
for me.
I love the epilogue and
the daze you’re in
“Wow.” You say.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
It’s irresistible.
The soft sound of your breath and
the way your hips move
in the dark.
I like the glisten of sweat on your chest and
the straining of your arms
against the bed sheets.
I like your voice and
the look in your eyes
like a whole different man.
I love it when you beg.
I love it when I give in and
the feeling of mutual satisfaction
as we both touch.
I love the ending and
when you lose control
for me.
I love the epilogue and
the daze you’re in
“Wow.” You say.
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