In her absence, he tells her, he drifts into sleep stroking his hardening sex with her body on his mind, with her mind on his mind, with the Pandora’s Box of her soul on his mind.
And in the presence of his searing honesty, his desire clear and bright, she throbs and trembles and cries.
2 comments:
Better than thinking of boogie monsters before falling asleep!
How very true, Os!
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