Deleted Member Posted August 15 If words could form from the noises you make, and don't, I would sing them into a song for you. Each whispered breath and syllabel muffled under tongue calls to me and fills my empty spaces, as they do yours. You prove to me worthiness, both in your eyes and mine. I softly feel the linen, the fabric we have yet to wash and still have matted still, while hands grace every part of me you cannot fulfill with lips and your powerful sway. I am imortalized in the potent hum of the ceiling, and your delights. I hunger for more just as you have, only more of what and how you have to offer... Please, while your mouth is full, tell me more.
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