Making Love To You
I sense your breathing
Your movements match mine
You moan out your pleasure
We lose track of time
I thrust even deeper
You tighten your grip
Holding onto me so tightly
As I thrust against your hips
We feel the moments coming
As I gaze into your eyes
I can’t explain the passion
As we both explode in time
D.R.L.
Copyright © Dillon Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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