🌹💜when i think of you...
and I fantasize that I
you think,
my lyrics
they become indecent
and my urgent hands
and voracious.
when i hold
your look and our
mouths meet,
sublime and eloquent.
Magic,
poetry is born,
and I recite your name out loud
low,
between whispers and bites
while you hang from the
edges of my lips.
AND
you reach my waist,
you
stay and take over
my scepter,
what an orphan
you adopt it on your lips,
while I throb and empty myself,
in that intense orgasm
that fills me with freedom...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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