With pesto and chocolate breathe I lay
******* contemplating today.
14 de Juliet.
Why am I not thinking about this moment,
this second, this sensation, this exploration?
The feeling of the carpet on my naked skin,
the feeling of my silk ****** of sin.
The wetness of my ***** as I lay against the earth
Tightening loosening faster faster I need some girth.
Aren't we created to pulsate, ruminate, procreate?
Then why does this feel so wrong?
After all its only natural to want to love yourself
please yourself feel yourself to get along.
Yes I'm turned-on turned on by the thought of the act of the motion of the ocean of the reality that I could get off.
But frightened when it's all done and even fun.
A fear to release, let go, lose control and roll.
no, It's about me it's about you.
Loving you and getting you to *** a *** dum dum.
For so long you don't know how or why but you just knew you almost died.
in a good way
Rub me
touch me
lick me
stick me
Just be gentle,
Just be free.