When he leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead. . . I wanted to die. When his lips slid slowly over my eyebrow, I wanted to cry. When he nibbled at my nose, ran his tongue across my lips, I felt my uterus do flips, when his hands slid around my hips. . . and he kissed me and he kissed me and touched me without touching, touched my soul with his loving. and haunted my feminine places with his rubbing and just a touch, I melted, like a snow flake on top of the hood of his car. . . When he slid his face against mine, and we rubbed our cheeks together like puppies, he loved me when he stroked my hair my toes curled, and he touched me. his lips painted hearts on my flesh and he loved me, Just a touch of him, I felt my heart beating like congo drums, I wanted to succumb, in the essence of his love, and I yearned him, I had been wronged, and when our cheeks stopped rubbing against each other like puppies, I longed. when he ran his fingers across my thighs, I died. Just a touch of love and I cried, and couldn't remember my own name. Just a touch of his love. Then he was gone, and there was pain.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Libra
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