He’s bobbing his head.
I smile and sing with my hands.
Music between us.
Crafty cuddler.
Bodies fit like a puzzle.
A piece is missing.
His fly is open.
She dangles from word to word.
He has set his trap.
While playing with words.
His tongue tickled her fancy.
No laughing matter.
She carries the weight.
The world rests on her shoulders.
She mothers us all.
Nymphomanic.
Hiding under skin & clothes.
Longing for freedom.
The edge grows closer.
It is overlooking death.
Seek greener pastures.
Infinite power.
A legend within a myth.
You are beautiful.
His voice like honey.
Sticky and finger licking.
Sweet melodies.
Very close to sleep.
Dear bed be my companion.
Make peace my promise
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