The stars couldn’t have been brighter. Kissing as a hobby, making out as a passion. We have got to stop meeting like this. Falling in love with a boundless aura through two lips I feel the goosebumps on your arms as I enamor my hips into the living grips of love’s obsessed fingertips. I have no fear of dying, just a fear of no longer living in your progressive truth. My access to you is to feel you feeling me bare of insecurities in every sense. I’ve always liked us better that way. Dragging my tongue across your throat I witness your body bind in ecstasy. Play things. The pleasure & the pain is shared as I send you off with warm regards, love and light on a flight back to Miami from the Bronx with no delays.
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