Those strong masculine arms when embraced me tight to not let go I had fallen there, already in love and yet it feels I can love more, More to sublime my soggy emotions with his strength. Stronger than I expected, true charmer to swipe off your logical sensitivity ,captive in his tight embrace. Lust was it felt more like love.
Is this a song I am listening to or just an illusion. Pinch me to stand in reality, make me realise more that I want, oh! I so want him more, beside , behind, inside out, can be all over me.
Those soft little lips covered in moustache and beard were talking a lot until I locked it with mine cuddling in his arms, hands moving around, from his full length shoulders to lower curve of the body, and there I stand with him bare, bewitched in his eyes, in his clutch today I feel safe, more secure to open up to fulfill the lust lost love.
In the whims and fanciful thought feeling effectuate I stand lost in his allure . My clothes , my hairs and body is still engrossed in enchanting odour of his body. For I refuse to wash my hairs, wash off my clothes to hold his smell, to hold him close enough to my senses to keep me moving intoxicated in his feeling.
