🌿💜Passion cannot be told in two lines.
It is written with the soul,
a clear,
universal language..
a mixture of large dimensions written on one's body in indelible ink.
They are traces similar to scars,
they leave grooves and marks in the human mind.
It's an explosive mixture,
just the thought excites you,
the forbidden desire to be the master's canvas and favorite subject excites you.
The same formula for alchemists...
experience every thrill on the same skin.
Hands that caress,
squeezing every part of your pleasure,
hands that search and explore.
Exploring them gives you an intense pleasure that makes your thoughts fly.
Other people's desires take over your body without opposing anything.
You crave lustful perversion,
being taken with wild force,
the heart in your throat and the hard member leaves you breathless making room against every fear in your little flower.
Prone to any context,
without judging and being judged,
you are free to be female waiting to be able to read everything that is written on your body.
Her face wet from her orgasm,
your sex still yearns,
longs to be taken.
Your body changes posture in everything.
It demands everything that a master can paint again and again with his hands.
Canvas or master the roles are the same.
It is...
the canvas and the subject that are an integral part of a masterpiece.
You are muse and master at the same time.
The soul of a masterpiece can be read with hands soaked in colours,
they are colors of the pleasures experienced.
The scene is always decided at the moment,
changing during the course of the work.
Dressed or naked,
just the thought is already an orgasm.
The mere thought of being with my mouth on his mouth,
his tongue exploring every point of our ego.
All this is always written in indelible ink on the skin.
They are thrills that caress the mind ready for another masterpiece to experience,
adding small doses of spiciness to a bland dish...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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