Streaky

Let's gather our imaginations and fly as far as possible ...

I will walk cautiously along new paths, avoiding the heaths of Eden shortly before arriving suddenly at your room; to be your guest there, to lie down next to you, to occupy the emptiness of your bed for a moment and to prohibit the loneliness that is the imprint of your being ...

I have found you lying on your stomach, ready for the subtle play of my caresses ... my hands know it and soon one rushes on your bare back; I go without haste and in each advance I find, by chance, promises spread everywhere; so soft are these sensations that encourage you to kiss her; I go for it runaway, and while I arrive, my waiting hand reaches the streaky of your legs ...

Your buttocks, your buttocks are so delicious that it already provokes going further with the proper desire of a bull ready to attack; but I rummage through your delicate clothes to discover the round shapes that enclose the hidden forces of your hips; I dare more, even more to discover the corner that has always separated them; my fingers follow her as if simulating a flight at ground level, I descend slowly with the greatest desire of whoever wants to get lost at last ...

And so and from now on, you can suppose the metamorphosis of my desire when my naked kisses begin to bathe in the warm brandy of your belly and with hardly any evening light.

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Author: Lugh Landrus

Venezuela

May: 2020