Incorrigible

Loving you, and not touching you is the most graceful form of self destruction I've ever known.  
 
I wanna invest time exploring all that remains unspoken, until you're unable to maintain yourself and you unbuckle your belt to spank my arse as a precursor to more.
 
Love, is not elegant, behind closed doors.
 
I don't think it should be that way between a man and woman. Perhaps, to the outside world.
 
I want you in ways that the world would be horrified to fathom. Either that, or the whole world would blush whilst questioning their own definition of love.
 
Love, is entirely unrefined and raw.  
 
It's desirous. It's passionate & hot. It's wet & wanting. It sets your soul aflame. It's emotional. It's spiritual. It's psychological.
 
It's sexually liberating one another without too many limitations.
 
It's that constant ache to feel you invading me hard & deep, until it hurts and you mitigate the pain with the tenderness that occupies you, deep down.
 
It's the longing to hold you close to me when you've fallen to pieces, and no one else is able to console you as I plant soft kisses upon your face to reassure you that you are, where you're meant to be, when lying right next to me.
 
Hands threaded, through mine in quite contemplation on how to pleasure the hedonist in you.
 
Tender kisses and gentle touches, in between the rawness of soft & gentle but hard rough play would leave me breathless, and wanting even more of you inside me.
 
It's beautiful that way.  
 
You're beautiful, when you're most vulnerable, and the head of your cock is pushing its way past my soft pink lips to liberate us both from a long day at work.


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