My lips, his hands, my breast, his voice, my moans, his tongue, the sink in my back, the call of his name, the slide to the very base of my throat, the taste of him, sweet.
I’m a writer, a poet, a thesaurus. I am an authoress, a describer of things; using words, using metaphors, chronicling all that I see, with my own eyes and through yours.
Fantstic!
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