Our souls, stark and bereft of colours,

When our bodies pressed up against our heart,

Feeling your hands, spreading my thoughts,

Lingering over the curves of passion,

Stroking my opinions, cupping my desires,

We started to complete each other.

I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones,

Your thoughts nibbling on my ears,

Your passion pressed against my lips,

Hopes naked on our skin,

I want your desire letting out soft little moans against my soul.

Published by Master's Dimpled Girl

A proud bitch owned by her Master ❤️

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