To the Goddess of Love you are out there waiting for us to show us how true love is suppose to look like I hope her mind is very smart because we need to talk to get along with each other in order to be united
I'll tease you in a slow and pleasing way: An opportunity that I might take A liking to; and relish, let us say, As much as your small screams and every ache You feel as I inflict my dominance, That does not come to girls as natural; But makes you quiver, as I unzip pants And have you so exposed - that wilting tool Looks appealing, but it's of little use Until it hardens, with the sense of fright That my desk guillotine is torturous; And chances you'll escape are rather slight; No, I would not enjoy this - feel at ease -...
This secret I'll share about our night wear. 'Nothing but a grin', with plenty bare skin when I sleep at night with My Heart's Delight.
While dear MHD goes not quite nudie; she wears a night shirt like a mini skirt, loose over her top, no panties to drop.
Her hands can run free over my body when lain tum to tum while I squeeze her bum as stirring prelude to an interlude when our bed and sleep together can't keep, those moments awake that we make bed shake.