Many are the thoughts, as many as the caresses.
From the nape of my neck to the back of my calves.
Many are his words, that brings out our baser primal actions.
My whole body vibrating from tingling sensations.
Our lips, our tongues, our fingers, our sweat.....
Something that feels this right can only be a gift from the gods themselves!
Nevertheless this SHOULD end....
But damn, this man makes me want to write poetry
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