🔞🌹💙It is time to meet again... +01

🔞🌹💙It is time to meet again, to be accomplices between sheets and four walls, let's go back to that hell that only our imagination unleashes.

Let us release our sleepiest demons capable of manipulating our lowest instincts, our lust and perversion at all.

I want to go through every pore of your skin and end up drunk with your essence, your aroma and your perfume, I want to slide my fingertips over your outlined and delicate body, kiss your back until I finish on your hips.

I want to bite your lips and whisper what I have so much to demonstrate, to bristle your instincts brushing your neck, feel your shoulders while holding your breasts and bristle your nipples and thus slide my tongue with subtle bites.

Feel my fingers wet with the honey that overflows your sex, savor between my mouth in the symphony of your moans pleading for pleasure, that's where I want to be, between your legs tasting the elixir of your interior.

Hug me with your legs, hold my head and take hold of my back, give me your complacent orgasms, let me know that you need more, that your desires are just sprouting and my imagination and lust are about to satisfy each of your insides.

Kiss me and bite me, hug me and mark me with your nails, let me know between screams and moans that I am what really lives in you, come and ride on my sex that for that I am your prey.

Let me appreciate your body beauty bent before me, pull your hair tangled in my fist in coordination of simultaneous thrusts, kissing and biting your back and thus give me faint expressions.

Let me handle each part of your being in a peculiar way, let me show you the meaning of pleasure and surrender, show me your desires and thus satisfy part of my imagination.

Let's make a passionate war between wet sheets and culminate in a truce intertwining our souls, with kisses and caresses, smiles and looks, asleep between my chest like the most valuable treasure found after so much waiting.

You are my canvas, my rosebush, my most sophisticated and peculiar poetry, you are and will be the disorder of my imagination, the flash of my madness and the balance of my smile, without further ado, you are and will be the meaning of happiness and satisfaction, or rather, passion and desire...🔥💙💖💗💞💘💓💕💝