In fear of entrapment, you withhold your fervent love. Deliciously titillated, I writhe a tantric dance around your clothed body. Dewy coal eyed capitulation comes.
Our full, trembling mouths collide; tongues engage in a lustful tango. You tease my curves, tracing the map of erogenous zones. Frenzied, I guide your fingertips to my aching, peaking points. You firmly grasp hold of thrashing legs; the arch of my back rises.
Finally, with swollen lips and moist tongue, you taste every crevice of my depths.
My cup runneth over.....
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you can really write
there will be a run on cold showers !!!
Just wanted to "say" it again.
and sensual poetic voice
oh Amanda
I just wanted to say I am finally going through my currently over 6,000 pieces of gather new mail that is in my inbox on here. So with that in mind I have finally come to a piece of mail that was addressed to me in regards this article submission you have created to share with the gather community. Thank you for taking the time and sharing your piece with us here at gather. :o)
Very good, and very sensuous.