Stranger.

temptation drips from my lips

he licks it from my chin and nibbles the tip of my nose.

“I smell the desire pulsing through the throbbing of your heartbeat in your neck..”

tight grip, nails scratching, he breathes me in through my hair and sends shivers through my skin.

“maybe tomorrow..”

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