Taking a weekend n smoking out...
Touching places that make the most intriguing sounds...
From Friday to Sunday jus wearing bare minimum to fit the mood...
On a sexual getaway that pleases the satisfaction of being the silence in the room...
Kissing moans dancing with the flickering flames scattered about...
Puff puff tapping that azz as she gets spun around...
No limits n no reason to hold back the true intent...
The body needs to exhale as gasps need to vent...
As one with the smoke that creates an imaginative desire...
As tongues n fingertips flow with the sensation lit by the flame afire...
Drawn to the skin as a cling touches sexuality's moans...
All within a few days of being left the fuck alone...
Blazed n coming from within to feel alive for once...
Knowing what occurs behind closed doors is the secret of trust...
As the room is to foggy to see the munch going on down below...
In a lil hotel room as a getaway where hormones roam uncontrolled...
Allowing pleasure to freely do as it will...
On another level in which the use of the body is the thrill...
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