Touch me

Touch me… 
Grab my booty, I whisper as we posed to take pictures.

He could feel my smile on his cheek, the very thought of him always made me weak. 
Every time we lay, we climb the highest of mountains to help the other reach their peak.

Last time, grabbing me from behind he took me. 

The firm aggression and soft hands, it shook me.
Inside me he swam, a good girl I rarely am…

But tonight was the night he’d make me do right…
Inside me he dug, his feet firmly planted in the rug…

His toes curled my eyes swirled… to the furthest of my temple. Never, not one time have I challenged why he occupied my mental.
With us It’s less than complex, touch me… and see what happens next. I love him, for more than the sex… we were created together… like a set. 

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