Her kisses are bitter, citric to the touch. I can no longer taste the affection on her fleshy protrusions. This is frustrating, the grindings of our pelvises was once a tidal wave of passion now reduced to obligations and forced efforts...
Babe what is going on? I used to bite between your thighs foraging for your erogenous hive, I kissed your labia deeply to taste your honey. I kissed you all night... those were the days do you remember, babe what's going on?
Your claws dug into my back and our moans coexisted like thunder and lightning. I licked down your neck, I could almost taste your soul.... babe what's going on?...
I was interrupted by her touch as she looked into my eyes and said "Menzi I've found somebody else". - Menzi Buthelezi
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RastgeleMy misunderstood soul speaks. I write to connect with the world. This is how I communicate and share my thoughts.
