Uncensored

"The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me…”  
 
Megan Hart  
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His vulnerability  
is stacked  
like  
tesselations  
for me  
to decipher  
and  
there's nothing  
more  
to conceal  
when he sends  
me  
video snapshots  
of  
his rock hard  
cock  
glistening  
and  
dripping  
under the ambience  
of  
soft lighting  
beckoning me  
to run my hands  
all over  
my bare flesh  
at 5am
until I  
return  
the favor
in - kind  
as he speaks
of  
mining  
my cunt  
for treasure  
and  
our syncopation  
is mutual  
while he bends  
me  
to his
will  
as he
whispers  
words  
of  
undying passion  
making me  
a slave
to his cock.  
 
Unfortunately  
long distance  
kills  
us  
slowly  
as we lie  
in seperate beds  
thousands of miles  
apart yet  
bound  
by
heart.