Her hips move in synchronisation
With my hands tender ministrations
On her flesh
First I dip a finger
In her brimming river
I get lost
So I insert two
Gradually inserting my entire palm
Till I found myself
In her ocean of desires.
©LR
The sounds the fingers make in that wet abyss, what better language to express the lust deep inside.
The sounds the fingers make in that wet abyss, what better language to express the lust deep inside.
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