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
I was lost in a fever dream last night He kept growling something so sweetly in my ear what was it, what you said, I beg you to do it again...
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