The heat of passion burns so good…
Your lips are warm as a summer day
Your sun burned skin tastes of salt
your eyes are the color of the sea
with my body pressed to yours
we are fire.
I need his hands
sighing my name
across this impatient skin
whispering kisses
tingling along an eager
neckline
flickering tongue
teasing the very tip
thrusting hips
talking to mine
in lust’s language
I Write Her 
Beautifully written 💕 thank you for sharing 😊
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My pleasure!
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Reblogged this on Mihran-Kalaydjian Real Talk and commented:
wow, this is deep words and beautiful:)
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Mmm…
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