June 3, 2008 § 11 Comments
Clothes off, slipping down her hips, landing on the glass floor beneath her.
Hands tracing stories of discovery.
Lily’s thrown to the floor, scattered petals everywhere.
Burning a scent in her mind.
Kisses that burn passion against her skin.
Fingers creating immense pleasure.
Glass and beams don’t exist to hide her.
Silks, glitter and flame hit her every inch.
Leaving marks of beauty.
You can’t scratch her surface.
You can control her being.
You can pull pleasure from her body like no other.
Moans, beads of sweat leave her.
Carvings of love on trees.
She needs you.
Make her cum.
Cum again and again.
Her defenses are down.
She’s falling into you.
Hold her and be gentle.
Make her yours.
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