One. Pressed. Pair. Of. Lips.
Destined for every inch of your body, glistening.
Whimpers and whispers and delightful banter as my tongue caresses your skin like a flower.
Bare hand touches Bare hand.
Bare hand touched Bare thigh.
Bare thigh touches Bare leg.
Bare leg wraps around bare torso.
Bare torso presses down on bare breasts.
Bare Breasts exhaul loudly through pressed lips.
Pressed lips find the words "I love you" on the caressing tongue..
And blank mind finds bliss.
Beautiful.
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