what if we just made a mess? like we couldn't get through making dinner without our luv confessed. with you and i becoming the appetizers. tossing everything in reach outta the way as we become the kitchen's survivors. with a lil flavoring added to the skin. tasted when licked from our grins. wanting a full serving of how the crave needs more. lifting you to the counter as your feet cannot touch the floor. damn near eating you like as if you're the dessert. sitting all juicy and shit only wearing a shirt. let's say we couldn't hold it together long enough to cook a good meal. would ordering in be objected to if passion ran loose as we fondled our way into a hurricane type feel? flinging anything that isn't us to the side. groping and gripping the intensity between the heart and the mind. having our way with wherever we wind up. creating a disaster so in sync it's beautiful to simply fuck. from the sink to the fridge to being spun around. as the mouth cannot stop from sucking to provoke moans coming from the inside out. getting dirty in every sense of the word. taking full advantage of hormones exploding, knowing we can be heard. with a bit of food here n there. thrown about like our clothing torn into a tare. all within the moment of two animals releasing true intent. heating up the room once turning on the vent. what if we grazed each other over by the stove? and it turned into a sexual fantasy where desired need not be roped. until we came to a still pause. laughing and smiling for a greater cause...
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