moist | Her Story Unread

Dreaming of a romance
A soft, inviting embrace that
Doesn’t turn cold.

A glance
Becomes a timeless stare,
Never breaking my trust
Never causing my heart to ache.

A warm passion
So great
I cannot bear to live without it.

Our bond is more than love making
Our adore is stronger than disagreements.

Mutual respect is never a question
Unconditional love is absolute.

I feel the tenderness of
Our souls uniting
The angst
In the brush of my breasts.

I do not pull away
Nor do I dare allow
Our eyes to ever part.

Silent words exchanged through lips
Warm and moist
We meet.

The tingling joy of bare chests greeting
Lights my fire with uncontrollable urges.

Blue and green kisses
Lather my flesh
Plump, soft breasts
Smooth against my hands.

My tongue ever-so lightly
Flirts with my lips
The red has never been so red
The pleasure, never so rich.

Long, white whiskers
Tickle my arm
Passionate thoughts dance
In my head.

So in love
So alive with love
I smile
And kiss back.

Is this me
Is it real
Is this the life I live
Am I merely telling a story.

Not much more can live
Without belief
More, give me more
A lot more.

I sigh and gently giggle
The red deepens
Wet and moist
My soft lips are pouted.

Wanting
Forever wanting
Pressed by desire
Longing for his touch.

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