I love to hear you saying you love me in the morning, on the phone, while I'm sleeping. But when I'm on top of you, clothes on the floor, me grabbing your hair and you pulling me closer whilst you're moaning that I'm all yours... it hits different.
-Action of love-
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Hell and Honey
Poetry« I'm an eighteen year old virgin woman who's secretly writing about sexual fantasies and great practices that she never had » -ready now-
