but I likes it
the desire
the unspoken
the look in her eyes
as she seems to devour everything she sees
lustful wishes
aching needs
calling dreams
so many things unseen
a look screaming
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please
a flash of skin
a soft silent grin
a name, a smell, a taste
all wrapped up in the need of desire
wrapped in the want of the ache
quiet breezes traveling over the skin
eliciting exciting moans
begging for bruises
wishing for the sharp edge of teeth
mark me, mark me, mark me please.....
Jesus girl, you've got a way with words to pen down the sting of craving desire.. Excellent!
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