self doubt (Remove filter)
My body is just cells to you
Torment is
Our bodies together
Soft skin on soft skin
Entangled tightly
Spooning
Your breath heavy on my neck
A kiss goodnight on my back
My lips
start to relax
Warmth begins between my hips
Pulsating
Mind racing
My lips
start to drip
My desire
A scented aroma
Fantasies begin to play
Body begging to be played
A silent moan
A loud resentment
Don't let it feel good, ...
Tuesday 4th January 2022 1:29 pm
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