missing the way a woman feels beneath the compression's of my fingertips... with the flow of skin the prints slide across to make the thought a moment i wanna relive... jus to place my hands on her body the way movement clings to the thrill... i can feel emotion jus thinking about the softness of her flesh as it has no chill... the texture felt that sends shivers that run up her spine as they release a quiver from a lil simple thing like touch... i silently crave the contact that turns into luv... as unspoken words find reason to wanna press my palms along the sides of her breasts... falling into a caress opening up to what i can give as my very best... yet, all this is jus images stuck in my head that wants to come alive... laid up in comfort with no clothes on jus to enjoy the treasure found that is literally blind... no sight as no vision is required to express the motion in which lingers in a squeeze needing to be held in a grip... as sound has no words n only speaks through moans n sighs captured by the lips... pure physical connection to know her from head to toe... as there's no place displayed on her very own beauty that curves n as even crevices i will neva refuse to go... it's the most simplest thing that reaches to the findings of someone worth the time to ease the fuck back n jus be as one... a friend that isn't afraid of a lil passion having a lil fun... as i miss the way a reaction can spark the hearts desires into a flame to light a candle made for two... giving jus enough light into a different kinda insight of a similar sense with the same kinda mood... as the breath taking dream of lusts meet the real deal spread out to be seen... i can't wait for when she makes it hard for me to breathe... as letters slip from her kiss talking about where in the fuck have u been... taking in the full affect of two luv'rs rolling around again n again...
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