sexta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2014

Taste...



"These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss.... Consume."
(Shakespeare)

I still remember the look on your face since the first time you've watched me dance. As I remember the moment when I escape with you through the night. The Lust on your eyes ran inside my veins, ignitting a desire consummed in kisses afterwards. When we've found ourselves alone at last, you caressed my lips, holding me close to your accelerated breath, so I could sense your intentions. Undressed me slowly, running my whole body with your fingertips. Gentle and soft kisses at first, followed by a tongue full of hunger that made me shiver. Your hands surrounded my hips, forcing my legs to open. You wanted to taste me...


7 comentários:

  1. Damn!
    And afterwards I left you dance the tango alone.
    Where was my head to let you on fire and go away?
    Let's begin again...where are we? yes, I was opening your legs...

    Kisses, many ;)

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    1. Leão, Leão..... where were we? Ah, I felt your presence again ;)

      Luxurious kisses :)

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  2. And in your taste ... he lost himself!!! ;-)
    Kiss

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    1. I guess pleasure is always a salvation!

      Kisses on you ;)

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  4. um desafio lá na minha "plataforma", teria todo o gosto que participasses. ( se moderares comentários não moderes este, isto é mesmo só para ti, se não moderares, pronto, é para todAS) :)

    Aperto em ti.

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