part 1, hors d’oeuvre,
grabbing you,
as hard as you’ve captivated my soul,
kissing you,
tasting yourself off my lips,
finally,
we are one, like we were meant to be.
you on top of me,
my hand, dominantly wrapped around your neck,
as you whisper in my mouth
your wildest fantasies,
with each stroke,
begging me not to stop…
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