Happiness is horizontalJust lying hereWith her I hold her in my armsShe's warmInvitingBeautiful (of course) She breathesInOutInShiversI hold her closerKiss her cheekHer hair smells of springOf sunny daysBlue skies Bliss I close my eyesAnd I'mGone
I generally do not like massages. There is something about a fully clothed stranger touching me while naked that resonates weird in my mind. It brings to mind the clinical setting of my doctor’s office instead of a relaxing environment. Masseuses also ask...
Wanting never to hear, cries from you in pain. Soft moans of pleasure, driving me insane. Squeals of satisfaction, showing very plain. Looks upon your face, torturing my brain. Soaring to heights, causing weighty strain. Soft, musing whispers, sound almos...
