This endless ache to trace
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
It’s not just that the morning air was crisp and cool, and the sun just beginning to beam and shine in the early hours. It was the way the w...
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