A place where untold stories meet
Gathering into dips of deceit.
Your lips,
Soft as mama’s old black coach
Sensual and velvety
sweaty
kisses
Liquid. Melted. Vanilla. Creamy.
Running down the narrow, lumbar region.
Curved
Swerved
Circumferencing my torso.
Kiss my ass.
Well, maybe not.
That won’t make me hot.
Cum to
The small of my back.
via That Part
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