His hands bare on my soul...
Filling me...
From crest to base...
And core to shell...
His lips grace me with desire...
My heart pounds with famine...
Desperately feeding on his every touch...
Pulling him closer...
Closer...
Closer...
Bursting with a sigh...
He fills me...
Entering the depths of my soul...
Passion luscious with every bite...
Hospitable in threat...
Bare...
Breasts to chest...
Flesh to flesh...
Lust to hunger...
His hands no longer bare.
Nice ;) inspiring and sensual!
ReplyDeletepassion returns...:)
ReplyDeleteHaS the Turtle, thanks!:)
ReplyDeleteIf, passion is always a good return:)