When the night welcomes the new day of darkness, two bodies merge to become one. Cold weather outside, hot air fills the room, sweat dripping, body dancing in slow motion. Ones arm crawls like a snake hunting its prey, her hand constrict like it caught it prey. Heavy breathing, deep sighs, silent moaning are their musical composition. Sweet lips ate the salt-like taste of her neck, of her nape, of her arm, of her body. Two bodies that became one, never sleeps, never speaks, but allowed their body to talk sensually.
Everything’s too good to be true..
Do not assume this time.
To my favorite pimp. To my favorite beotch! To my favorite tomboy. Happy birthday Couz! Cheers! See u soon. Missing u so much.. Love u..
It would be better of you’re right next to me.. =)