🌹💛It is like butter
that melts in your hands
and slips slowly between your legs,
glide like a glider and cross the mountain.
It is like a tide
that you pour milk on my hips
and instinctively you drink clinging to my breast.
Not a word
but the incessant beat
rising in rhythmic breaths
and in the eyes that beg for desire.
A cry and a groan
madly satiated with living every moment
hidden by a veil of extreme and intense madness...
💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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