Les Love #3

Wet,
she grinds on me…
my skin feels her,
needs her
as much as
she needs me…
Her lips part,
they glide
and her bean,
senses my lust
for her,
my desire to
rock and push back,
my wanting to giver her
what she needs…
eyes closed,
feeling everything,
sensing her every move,
I feel her
death sweep
over her
in a shudder
so beautiful…

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