and these lips of mine would wish to murmur softly moaned desires that can only be tasted after midnight. I should not want these things, shouldn't crave -You- there are so many things I should not do, think, be or feel- yet this does not change what is. Just hear my whisper, <i>(like a gentle breath on the inside of your thigh)</i>Birth sign: Scorpio
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