carried in through french doors
The sound of thunder
and your quiet sighs
Whispers of silk
sliding across soft,
smooth skin
the heat of your hands
skimming down my thighs
bite marks on your shoulder
the feel of your tongue
the satin of your lips
the weight of your body
pressing into me
the feel of your teeth
biting into my hip
The hard length of you
pushing deep into my core
the look in your eyes
as you watch my face
The tightening of your muscles,
the taste of your kiss
The lingering reminders
of you and white lace
©Vivid X Photography ( White Lace)
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