In the space between us, allow it to grow stronger. Give room to the chemical imbalance of this tension. A quick haste of passion. Let the urge overwhelm. Watch us contain the burning without a physical touch til’ it drips from the finger tips. Let it burn to no return….

Finally giving taste, pleasure is dripping down your hands. Beloved. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

From start to finish. Fingers should be wrapped with tongue.  – Writer J


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