I sex you with my tongue and feel your curves muscles opening and my focus is to water your soul. I wanna turn you on so bad I can feel myself leaking thoughts. Feel me, feeling you inside me like an eel. Reaction and adaptation. Your kisses make me hard. I flip you on your stomach, trusting our instinct for each other you know I will never hurt you, only screw you. Your body moves my hips react and my legs widen. Your breasts in my small hands, circles of motion while I feel your femininity. Holy fuck you are beautiful.
|"Le Philtre d'Amour" Evelyn De Morgan (1855–1919)|
Now it is your turn to say goodbye and take responsibility of your actions and choices. Selfish scattered fragmentation of a person I use to respect fall all over my brown skin like ashes of a burning bed. Many nights I lay like a sacrilegious dildo yearning for your familiar.You are nowhere to be seen or heard runaway lover. You are no longer revealing magic.