Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.
Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.
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I have a fond memory of me lying in your bed in only my boxers and earrings.
I loved this life that we had, our clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, our cat sleeping in the chair, our strip of pictures from the photo booth on the desk.
You made me feel like I was a kid again, and I made you feel the same. I look forward to the day we have a different bed, and I'll find myself laying in that one in only my boxers and earrings again. I'll look around at our new surroundings and love them all just as much.
And then I'll see you, shutting the bedroom door. You'll be in your underwear, your hair disheveled, but sleepily smiling as you crawl back into bed. And that'll be when I know I'm home.
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„Deine Seele ist so schwarz wie dein Dessou - aber Baby, niemand ist beim kalt sein so heiß wie du“ - Teil 1
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