Days gone by since we last kissed.

The memory of you still lingers.

The feel of your neck where the mane of your dark black locks fall to the caramel brown rounded right shoulder where I last sunk my teeth.

To cup your breasts again, to feel those dark hard nipples between my fingers again.

My tongue wants to lick a trail from your cleavage to your honey pot.

To taste the salty lips and suck on your flower.

To wake the giant within and cause a rumble once more.

To be wet beside you.

Days gone by since I last licked you dry.


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