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Murmuring into the darkness. It is your name that slips out of my lips. It is your gaze that keeps me steady. How can I think of you in my darkest moments? It is unfortunate how much you mean to me. And yet, why wouldn’t I think of you? Why wouldn’t I want to see your smile fixated on me? Why wouldn’t I want to feel your lips erasing every sad thought away?

Because you are mine. You are definitely the glimmer of hope I cling to. You are the lover that isn’t love. You are the fervent wisp of delight that I cannot hold onto forever. No matter how many times we push each other out of our lives with a flicker of lightning, I will be yours. And you will be mine.

To be mine, you have to be yourself. You have to let me kiss you, my body pressed against yours. I’ll kiss you gently, but my body and hands are aggressive in wanting to feel every inch of you. But the tempest inside me moves swifter than my desire. I need to be held by you. I need you to call me yours and kiss me. Kiss me slow at first while you wrap your body around me, and push me so that you’re on top.

And kiss me a bit more. Make my lips tingle and miss you while they pay attention to my neck and the dip of my collar bone. You will kiss my breasts with the tenderness of a painter drawing over the canvas. I am the canvas of the moment. I am the captive to your charm. I am the experience of disaster in a swift moment as I distractedly tug at your clothes. Determined, I aim for your cock. The only one I desire, the only one that would be perfect for me.

You are my happiness and you are my darkness. You are my existence and you are my chaos. The friction my fingers create over your soft and sensitive skin drives us wild. I need to experience every little thing about you. At first I will explore you with my finger tips. I go for the known landscape of your lust. I kiss and lick what belongs to me.

It doesn’t matter how much you made me miss you. As soon as our bodies touch the magic turns us into the lovers we wish to be. We want to be the lovers that throw caution to the wind. The lovers that lay and become one in floral landscapes. The anywhere and any time lovers—oh to feel you inside me. I love when you slip and glide as you thrust and pound me. Nothing compares to the feeling of you inside me. Especially, as you take it slow and push yourself all the way in. And when you slowly pull all the way out you leave me in a state of distress. I will always want more of you. Ever last bit I can get. We’re a duet in search for the end of eternity. We are one through the rhythms of release transcending from toe to toe.

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