Your skin tells
Me its story
Prologues and milestones
But my kiss
Sinks below the surface
I contribute
With each brush
Of lips and beard,
How I growl with the
Heated joy of creating
A furnace stoked with
Sighs rising in the air
Like perfume
I’d steal you during
The afternoon
Draw down the shades
Hold you down
Firm and gentle
And
Fucking
Write
MB Blissett 
This is such a beauty ❤️
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Thank you for your kind words and for the follow. I hope you will have a look around the archives here and find other stories and poems you’ll enjoy.
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Sure thing! If it’s possible for you then have a look on my blogs too. I would be thankful 🤗
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Bookmarked it for later and I’ll have a look, of course
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