
Ah, the silvery grays of lust in our moonlight.
My hand sliding down your milky skin
makes your breath steam from your lips.
The night is chill, and we must mold our bodies
to be one island in a dark, frigid sea.
The snow that drifts down onto our bodies,
our crimson tongues lick the flakes off each other.
Whenever a snowflake feathers down onto us,
it melts by our body heat after hot sweaty sex.
Streaming down our snowy skin, we consume.







Ooh wee🔥
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Passionately penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian