Inspiration / Life / Love / Romance / Sex

He worships me

It’s like I’m being worshiped
The way he runs his hands over my body
His soft lips on my wrists
On my eyes and ankles
And he is everywhere.

It’s like I am a goddess
Who else should feel such pleasure and care?
His hands at my waist
Then clutch at my shoulders
And I am getting lost in him.

It’s like I could cry
And that would complete the feeling
I’m trembling
I’m quaking
I’m laughing and falling into his clouds.

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