I do not know where the hell you are, do not know what you're doing or with whom, and in my heart I would not think of you, I would not have you, I would not hear more echoes in my thoughts. Yet another touch me, caress me, kiss me, touches me and I close my eyes. Your picture is beginning to swing in front, in the darkness of my thoughts, dreams and those are your hands, your lips, your sweet breaths there, surrounded by that frost of solitude around me while I still feel the warmth of love for you is the only thing that warms me. And those strange and alien hands run over my body.
His tongue bathes my skin, his mouth sucking my lobes while his fingers sink deeper and deeper in me.
the neckline of my shirt is expanding more and more, while jump button after button inhibitions and false modesty, and the more I do not care who moves my sheets and my gestures more they lose control. I shall, beats me, over me, and I lock the wrists and I started to dream, to dream of you. Those
those sighs and groans are a crime on my meat falsely that he opens my legs but not the doors of the soul;
His tongue bathes my skin, his mouth sucking my lobes while his fingers sink deeper and deeper in me.
the neckline of my shirt is expanding more and more, while jump button after button inhibitions and false modesty, and the more I do not care who moves my sheets and my gestures more they lose control. I shall, beats me, over me, and I lock the wrists and I started to dream, to dream of you. Those
those sighs and groans are a crime on my meat falsely that he opens my legs but not the doors of the soul;
and everything seems to slip away quietly, on my turns hot and impetuous than anything he should not expect via awaiting your return.