Come into me.
Run your hands along my curves
And fill me tenderly;
I’ll welcome you.
By rhythmic passion stroke me,
Do it with your loving fellow.
Rush me with aggression
And then touch me with affection.
Make me sing, my darling.
Hold me close and make me moan.
We’ll lean in to waves of pleasure
and ride.
Let a grand swell rise.
With tantric tingles through our skin,
We will bask until again.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Come into me.
Run your hands along my curves
And fill me tenderly;
I’ll welcome you.
By rhythmic passion stroke me,
Do it with your loving fellow.
Rush me with aggression
And then touch me with affection.
Make me sing, my darling.
Hold me close and make me moan.
We’ll lean in to waves of pleasure
and ride.
Let a grand swell rise.
With tantric tingles through our skin,
We will bask until again.
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