Pink Velvet Kiss by Quinlan L GibsonAs I descend into your passion kiss, your hands roam me. Tenacious. In your quest for my secret garden. Eager caresses on my anxious breast. The abrupt rush that ripens me. And I drift into sex. With you. An animal intensity pursues my trail. Captured. By my beckoning scent. Teasing. My warm, pink velvet. Guiding. Me to your inspired lips. Craving my taste. A symphony begins. And my arching back indulges in your talent as you perform. Then consumes me softly. In our erotic abyss. 01/08/2002 Posted on 09/20/2002 Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
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