Constantemente Inconstante

Deixo que pipoque lembranças de cada toque avalanche em dupla potência sintonia de frequência Inunda de prazer a eminência sensação feito baque que o desejo emplaque e supra essa pendência Cultivar a aderência Só aumenta a cadência do batimento rítmico festival químico Em lúcida evidência vontade soma estoque efervescente bivalência tudo entra em desfoque A nível de urgência vamos abraçar a liberdade fazer o que se tem vontade e tomar a providência Embalados na possibilidade espontâneo magnético trio agindo por causalidade transpirando em calafrio

Lying on the bed, enjoying the warmness of his hug. He makes me so calm, but when I feel his breath, mine accelerates. His fingers running into my skin seems like a first touch... I shiver. I feel his lips touching mine softly, slightly wet... slowly numbing me. It feels like is the very first time. His mouth is so close to mine that I feel the humidity in the air we share. He rubs smoothly his lips against mine making all the butterflies in my stomach move suddenly. Lips slipping in each other, rehearsing a kiss but not literally doing it yet. We have all the time we want...there is no rush, there is no waste. Our body start getting restless until I can actually feel his tongue coming inside my mouth. Our hips press together, clinging together. Our blood start boiling, I can feel it... he is so hard in my thigh and I'm so hot in between. We move our bodies in a automatic way, freely... whatever we feel like. We rub, press, pull - without any thoughts, completely immersed in that s