She reached for him AND pulled his face into her… His tongue was intuitive and true.
Her mouth was strong and enveloped him in ecstasy… excruciating elegance and terrible torture…. the control of restraint… was an Angelic Agony… It was
The Cumming of communion in the grace of another… it was a flurry of fury and flooding frenzy.
They could not breathe in the drowning of the other…
She was His intoxication complete… She was drunk on consuming him… Their eyes and minds were one and as their mouths met once more, the taste of the other was still richly found in a magical mix and beautiful bouquet it was an explosive implosion and scorching sky. They sank softly and smiling into each others arms… Cherished
You are, My Beloved… Cherished
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