I search for you.... your trail... the scent of your blood as it courses through your veins.
I see the fingerprints you lay.
I gave you the key, you need to unlock it.
I'd rather love and be hurt, than to never have felt the emotion.
Moon..
Craving your body, bathed in the moon's light.
Every curve, slipping into dark shadow.
Barely able to make out the look in your eyes, all I see is the gleam in the dim light.
Oh how I want to pull you apart.... Remove every stitch of fabric... Bend your body how I desire... Worship every inch of the woman for as long as I can.
Coffee, a good book, comfortable silence with my moon, absolutely a perfect way to spend a post Christmas Saturday.
The taste of your skin.. The salt and Θweat.. The lingering perfume..... The warmth of you on my lips... An forgettable unique concoction that will always linger in my mind.
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-β-INFP-T
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