I can't stop thinking about you. Heated thoughts exchange messages of how good you feel but more so of how good you taste. The way we would interact is like I've known you forever so let's dance to the sounds you make while they play a melody with my heartstrings.
I know your busy but I won't take up most of your time. Just enough for you to be my dinner by candlelight, my breakfast in bed which ever you prefer. Honestly I'm just trying to get in where I fit in because my appetite for your lovin is out of control and I just want to fill it, I mean fill you inside and out my walking talking menu.
And for dessert I want your apple pie from below, grip me close as your high notes lets everyone know you have it best. And when we're done no need to get dressed now, wrap your thighs around me and hold me close as I'll become your nightgown.
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