Just the Two of Us

Memories of goodness from collaborating nakedness are more than strong appetizing captivity from hot omelets and lasagna serving as the foundation of a strong intimacy planted in a greenhouse of mythical pleasures growing in the natural mood of the angels, joy of a breast fed toddler and the blossom of a newly wedded bride making each episode of our erotic escapades fit in perfectly like fried bricks placed by an experienced mason to always anticipate holy crimes, godly naughtiness and tempting tenderness. Having a voice formed from taking Nature’s tea your happy reactions feel like wrapping thighs over my soft abdomen and playfulness like your tender pelvis greasing my trunk. your anxious tongue convulse at the slightest touch of any body part like the dancing tail of a fast swimming fish padding my inside to softness to provide sensual oxygen giving constant preservative to our gritty and never decaying romance. Such love always create classic dreams with slow melodic settings showcasing proactive kisses from nuclear minds so spontaneous and rhythmic, liberal skins ready for intense foreplays making even our under wears carry so much envy because of such a walled passion impenetrable by any radar and unsinkable by any disaster. Our essence of clothing is to take them off the significance of our schooling is to garnish up such affection the creation of this heat is a powerful reality standing between men and angels summing up a traditional fairy attached by a never ending chain of irresistible desires this exactly defines the two of us. this bond is just conservative to our unique and inferno experience and so therefore, the ultimate hope is, we should never stop!