we are like two parallel lines, we know the fate and yet we crave each other…

snowing outside spooning inside…

i want to feel your softness…

her wicked mind is fucking adorable…

morning cuddles with you…

tracing morning light on your bareback…

she is a collection of storms…

everytime she unties her hair there is an excitement in the breeze…

it’s too cold here, need the warmth of your hugs and your thighs…

“mine” you said and i am smiling since…

winter nights bonfire single malt ghazals but you are missing…

come here and touch me the way you been craving…

they say move on, but when the wine goes down the night is lit with her thoughts…

slowly they drift away and the messages are left at seen…

come here and squeeze me between your thighs…

i will hold your hand fill the spaces between your fingers with mine and in quietness sit with you listening to your eyes…

a cloud for two to dream what their heart craves to rain in their sensual union to thunder in their relentless passion to carry the wishes their eyes hold a cloud for two…

she is wild and wicked full of feral vibes but only the deserving gets to see that dark side of hers…

i belong on my knees worshipping you lick by lick…

you me and a night of passion filled with heavy breaths and loud moans…

she loves to be slathered in chocolate and being licked…