Brooklyn

You know I’ve been finding myself mostly looking at your picture from the moment you sent it
It’s a kinda I don’t give a fuck picture but it definitely a genuine representation of you and all its definition

All I can think of is the scent of your skin, softness of your kisses, the way you laugh, the wetness of your vagina
The way your eyes roll back in your head when I’m holding you and fondling your swollen clitoris
The sigh as I bite your right ear, knowing I have absolute control of your sexual nature after all I’m a deviant person

The tenderness and enthusiasm you exhibit when your lips perform on manhood creates interests completion
I crave just laying with you observing god’s creation and contemplating the sexual mischief I’m craving

You're unconscious and somehow your thighs conveniently open to eagerness to taste the midnight wetness
Never resisting the opportunity for exploration, loving the indulgence of absolute carnality
This cohabitation is beyond the physicality, it’s intentions maximum pleasures of essence and flesh

Searching for emotions that’s a mixture of passions, madness and hunger
I definitely want more imagery of you making me purely animalistic, discarding my sacred humanity