Her tongue tastes of constellations and pheromones. She exhales a horizon into my lungs. I grow drunk from the voice of her breath, her sibilant whispers.
I read the sand-strewn path of pleasure in her lips. I respond with the crash of a shoreside wave. A shout of tidal desire. An ebb and flow across her banks. My withdrawal leaves marks of sweat and salt, and a hiss of satisfaction.
9:41 p.m. - 2015-07-14
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