"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...
Damn!
ResponderEliminarAnd 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 ;)
Leão, Leão..... where were we? Ah, I felt your presence again ;)
EliminarLuxurious kisses :)
And in your taste ... he lost himself!!! ;-)
ResponderEliminarKiss
And I lost myself in him! ;)
EliminarKisses on you
Only pleasure can save them!
ResponderEliminarI guess pleasure is always a salvation!
EliminarKisses on you ;)
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) :)
ResponderEliminarAperto em ti.