Don’t know what I was thinking? Well… it’s a bit blue. More after the jump.
Taut trembling bodies haloed by the moonlit shadows cast across the walls and skin. The way that the arcing lines and curves intersect into one form dancing along each other’s follicles and quickened breaths. The way you carry one another in arms and eyes and quake fulfilled in a broken heap of pleasure. I personally lose it with the form of the neck as it slides into jawline, and the tightening of the stomach in the throes of stoccato like orgasmic rumbling….. watching it flutter to rest between the heaves of a chest gulping air like a fish out of water trying to gain ground and find it’s reality. When that puddle of flesh is lubricated by all the shared senses and sweat hangs sweetly in the air…. that is considered sexy.