Private Cinema of Two

Beneath your dress is a castle where all men wish to enter, I'm more than just a tourist who'll spark up your stairs with golden tiles and cover its floors with smooth terrazzo. The erotic barriers of your colourful underwear steam up curiosity when pulled out. Our hunger seem isolated but releases burning instincts out of a long quarantine as mood steadily transit into the private zone like melting butter. My sexual craft, so bad for goodness to envy will develop a hundred senses for yearnings to gradually diffuse round. We will ride like a ship without Anchor and a vehicle without brake yet, never directionless then both souls will gum into one as they maneuver through a tight corridor with lips on lips. Love is made so powerful from this wonderful art which stains an entire ocean red, time explodes from the flames coming from two sources, as flesh meets flesh to form the highest faculty of pleasure.