I miss the tenderness of your skin…
The love that we made as I await posing in bondage for you.
I love caressing your skin down your back and I love the way you look at me….
So hungrily.
I begin to hope that my soft moans and breathless tender sighs intimidate you to rock my body harder.
To the point where you make me lovingly call to God;
only for you to save me.
The raw pulse of your stars that collide into mine making a blank space.
Call me your as you go deeper as I whimper for you to create a universe with your loving hands.
As I pull my head back, pull my hair back and pulse against me harder.
Love me right all through the night.
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