Feliz noche mi amor ♡
Te amo mucho ♡
Muuaaaa💋
@black-and-white-world ♡
Altri che potrebbero piacerti
Between her legs, poetry lives effortlessly.
=^.^= (via iamthefirebaby)
“There’s something so soft and sensual about making love to a woman. The way her legs feel tangled up in your own and how your hands get lost in long, thick hair. When she’s straddling you, and grinding her weight down on your hips and you feel like you might explode from the feeling. The heart clenching sensation of skin on oh, so soft skin. The sensuality of the moment when her nipples brush against your own. There’s no rush; it isn’t a race to see who can get the other off first. It is more a marathon than a sprint. Rather, it’s a dance, where you feel like you could keep spinning and spinning until the world disappears. All that is left is you, and her, and your bodies flush against each other. Your heart is beating wildly out of your chest and your hands are roaming every inch, never quite satisfied to stay in one place for too long. Her soft lips are parted, panting from the passion of it all. Just the sound of it is more than anything that has graced your ears thus far. You mentally record the noise in your head, knowing you’ll hear it again, but wishing to permanently capture every second of this erogenous experience. Her skin is flushed and glistening and her eyes are full of lust for you. All for you. There is something so soft and sensual about making love to a woman.”
— (via the-hasslehaas)
“There’s something magical about physical touch. I love it. Not kissing or sex. Sitting across from each other with your legs draped on me while I rub your feet. Walking beside each other and our hands brushing against one another. Your arms wrapping around my waist while I cook dinner. I love it. I love our conversations without words.”
daily-esprit-descalier
“She likes pretty lingerie, wine and chocolate… She likes your fingers through her hair and kisses on her neck… And between her legs…”
— coachmw–Thoughts of a Silver Fox (via coachmw)
“She wraps her legs around your waist. She whispers in your ear. “Stay.” This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating. She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand. This is your cue to pull her closer. Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says. Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.””
- 🦋My Life has changed since I met her.
“Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,”
— Robert Frost, from The Complete Poems; “A Line-Storm Song,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)