Jose Nunez citit la Monica. My mood today.
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice, hearing you speak my name, beckoning me to answer, telling me you want me. So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love!
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us tracing your shadowscape kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and all its divinity and I praise you because all of that is for me.
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies, digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts dripping down my chin. Your taste is something that I ever couldn’t re-create! …Needing every atom of your anatomy… Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity, dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness. Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes in my daydreams, seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum and it makes me want you right there and then…
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place… as wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it..
You know my body like the back of your hands and touch me and send me into ecstacy!
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high… Body rising, sweating, panting, make-up melting, pulling my hair and scratching my back…
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name...
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine and I struggle as you lick torturing me I try to get away but not really … Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos, again you pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still and I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told …
You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you. You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it again and again!
My face radiates with after-glow, my pillow scented by you… a fragrance which haunts me… My room smells of the best sex! I, covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me, your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
Am apreciat si eu in mod deosebit exact aceleasi versuri pe care le-ai ingrosat, cu o singura mentiune: eu as mai fi adaugat si "I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range". It's funny and witty :)
Uite, Liz: http://urobores.blogspot.com/2010/11/zambete.html