The Last Night
Everytime I hear his belt buckle jingle, I get a tingle in that spot that only he has known.
The scent of sex worn like perfume..so much heat is generated enough to combust, constant friction fueling my addiction I guide him to a place only he has known.
Out of control my heart beats when our bodies adhere and finally meet, he has found the place he can call home filled with love, and lust like no one has ever known, in the place only he has known.
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