Longing

The evening is hot and my desire for you is unquenchable. 

I long for your lips to caress my sun-kissed skin as your hands read my body like a blind man reading braille. 

As you embrace me, I melt into your chest while your hands glide across my body with purpose. 

I inhale deeply and breathe you in. 

The scent of you is intoxicating. My senses begin to spin as my body responds to your touch. 

It is the softness of your lips pressing against mine as your tongue gently enters, that causes my heart to flutter with pleasure. 

I moan quietly in expectation of what is yet to come.

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