
Clamped down to perfection, strokes that are deep and soaking wet. No matter who else comes into the picture, we are as good as it can get.
Tongues playing, hands gripping, and exhales that fill the air. Trying to keep it down, but when you’re there I just don’t fucking care.
Echoing on the water, or moans from the driveway.. living life in the moment with you, images that linger on for days.
It’s your voice, your praises-the way you push so deep. I’ll hold you tight inside me like your secrets that I’ll keep.
We are addictive. We are perfection. We are connected in a different way.. but right now I’m writing physical, so this is what I have to say.
We fit together so perfectly, and I crave you more each time… my body fits you like a glove, it’s heaven-it’s divine.
Give me your release-I’ll give you mine.. and we can fall asleep connected. Fingertip traces, embraced sleeping, and your heart I’ll keep protected.
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