I would dial the numbers Just to listen to your breath I would stand inside my hell And hold the hand of death You don’t know how far I’d go To ease this precious ache You don’t know how much I’d give Or how much I can take
Just to reach you Just to reach you Just to reach you
Come to my window Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon Come to my window I’ll be home soon…
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I pull her down into my lap and place her hands behind her back gently. My fingers roam over her soft skin and my head clouds with the scent of her; a mixture of sunflowers and rain. Her perky breasts are right at eye level with me and it’s a temptation to take one of her pert nipples in my mouth and suck on it but first I need to prepare her for what is about to come. “Do you trust me?”, I whisper lowly as I secure the mask over her head. She bites down on her lip ever so sensually and nods her head in approval. Reaching behind me, I snag a length of soft rope and let it slowly unravel. Sliding it teasingly across her curvy hips, I hear her gasp lowly and wiggle against me. I quickly secure the bindings, rendering her helpless and skim over her delicate skin with my fingers, savoring the feeling of a feminine form against me. It’s been so long since I’ve played with such an exquisite beauty and I want to enjoy every moment. My hands run along her ample backside and I pull her towards me, grinding her pubic bone against mine. The sensation sends a twinge of pleasure up my core and a part of me wishes to be greedy… but I have further plans for her…..