Sink
Pin me to the door with a gentle push
Tattoo Your scent upon me
Every crevice
filled with a lushness only You can provide.
I need it.
Your fingers digging in
soft flesh yielding to the heaviness of Your body.
Mouth to mouth
desire fed
Sink
Until no further You can reach.
Sink
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