west of morrow
I raise my fingers to my bare shoulders, pointing there, guiding your gaze across my waiting skin, leading the way for your loving and hungry mouth, and you are eager to follow suit – trailing a few inches behind, kissing each point I highlight.
- James Lusarde, The Apartment of Sex (via jameslusarde)
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