A gripping embrace
Warm fingertips encircling my taut nipples
Succulent lips tasting mine
Palm gliding along my jaw, into my ringlets of gold
Entwining his fingers as jewels
Our amber eyes ablaze as we peer into each others souls
No speech necessary in our passionate language
His sweet scent of woodsy maple, deep and musky
Making me savor and long once again for his syrupy secretions,
His purely masculine entity
My sweet honey liquor dripping into his palm as he reaches for my soul
Unfolding my delicate petals to press his palm against the tender bud within
**Precious
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