Why do I keep breaking my own heart? Is it empathy keeping me stuck like glue? Obsessed with trying to heal your broken spirit? Or is it the way your breath feels on my skin? Or the way my body melts when you touch me?
I ask myself, "Is it lust?" Or is it really love, empathy, and understanding? It's like I can never resist you.
That smile. Waking up next to you. Playing in your beard. I feel everything you feel. Your scent is intoxicating.
You were facing the wall. I had my back against yours. You rolled over and you pulled me closer to you. The warmth from your body soothed me. You rubbed my ass and kissed the back of my neck so softly. I melted as you planted kisses down my spine. I was laying on my side. You pulled my leg over your head and found my yoni already engorged, awaiting your arrival. I became a slave to your tongue. My moans were natural. You kissed around my hips and gently rubbed my nipples. You took your time with my body.
Just when I could no longer take the teasing, you entered me and made me jump and hold my breath because you were hitting all the right spots.
The only thing missing was love. Well, of course I loved you. Sometimes, I don't know exactly what I mean to you, except when I'm alone when I can reflect without being distracted by you. I think. My train of thought always drop me off at the same spot. Unrequited love is a potent drug.
Everytime I give myself to you so passionately like this, trying to find reasons why I just know we're meant to be, I get disappointed by the fact that we're not. You were a soulmate. Not my life partner. You only bumped souls with me just to teach me something and I did the same with you.
Unfortunately, I can't help the way I feel. So, here I am. Heart racing from my climax. You finished with slow strokes and kisses on my breasts. My hair is a mess. You laying on my chest trying to catch your breath. I'm playing in your hair. I can still feel your energy between my legs.
You got me under a bad spell. I gotta let you go. How do you break a soul tie?
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Carnal Desires
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