Your breath tickles across my check and my tongue dances back atop your ear while my body presses loosely to you. Like a crossed lover stuck between the habits of bringing herself closer to that pressure, that warmth, that controlled comfort; and taking herself away from it to toy across that line more. Dancing the line like it were her being, her home, her place of comfort and truth; but you know better? Tickling her senses and never for a moment allowing her body to be anything less then your temple, your play ground that span of flesh that is all yours. You pull apart her walls and break through her tempered creation and tug out the deepest needs of her thoughts, and then and only then do you use them. So completely and so fully that she's left stranded in this sea, a sea so oddly full of turmoil and waves that one would never dare sail upon them. But for you? A calm glacier cool surface that bends and wills to your form, your will. How do you do it? Eyes, soulful eyes burn pure and full fill that need, her need that brings two bodies tight to one another. Of all of this inner loving turmoil one thing is for certain, you can tame even the deepest of her passions, her lusts, and her desires.
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