Can we cuddle, baby ...
not soft and distant, but wild, raw, and bare? No clothes, no fabric, nothing between us but heat and hunger. I want your skin crashing into mine, flesh against flesh, until every inch of me knows every inch of you.
-Wisefool
not soft and distant, but wild, raw, and bare? No clothes, no fabric, nothing between us but heat and hunger. I want your skin crashing into mine, flesh against flesh, until every inch of me knows every inch of you.
-Wisefool