He steals kisses from my lips, soft and hungry, biting the little morsels of sweet pillowy flesh, licking their swelling before going in for another,
He steals kisses at whim, never asking permission, always commanding to taste what is his.
His constant hunger for my taste his excuse, however the constant need for his air to fill my lungs, is my willing submission…
This one is very romantic. Love it! π
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