Grind

Clamp slick walls

Interlaced fingers

Rest serene behind your head

Rise…fall…rise…fall…

Ride with the rhythm of your breath

Against the powerful chest underneath me

How I adore to see your pleasure

Milking tighter to every moan

Every yearning whisper

Take our time to enjoy the other

Time cease stone dead to us

Slow riding, exploring

Taking, feeding such sweet ecstasy

Keep time around us dead

Keep us forever here

*

Copyright, 2018 – Life of Violet. All Rights Reserved.

*Picture – Loui Jover

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