So anxious and I kissed your thigh for endless minutes and hours and the small earthquakes shook me to the core. When my hands brush your neck this noise erupts that turns me inside out and I won't be sorry for the smile on my lips or the way my hips move of their own volition. When your voice leaves your lips I feel warm and wild and chilled. I won't be sorry I made love, I won't be sorry I fucked. Cock and hands and hot breath, tongue and teeth and sweat. You say I love you and I am beautiful. You say I want you and I am yours. I won't be sorry. This is my mantra.
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quasi_sean:
thank you...that's very nice.
m_:
i like your writing style.