This was recorded for one special lady. I hope you know who you are.
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If my lips could feel the warmth of your skin, they would begin with the nape of your neck and, softly, linger lower. I’d want to surprise you with a gentle caress of your auburn tresses, and listen for sighs as my fingers felt your pulse quicken. I press my ear to your chest and, as I hear your heart beating, fleeting fingers tantalize hips and thighs. Kisses flicker like butterflies as I drink you in, aching to know the depth and breadth of you. I wonder as I wander lower if you will reveal your inner secrets or, with a bit of prying, they will spill out and flood me with a taste of divinity. Kneeling now, I kiss your toes and you laugh, squirming slightly, I hold you tightly. Pleasures rise inside your shining eyes as fingers clasp the sheets, pleats of ecstasy resplendent in the flush of your bliss. I ache for your kiss.