procaine

I still think about that day. You surprised me; I think you surprised yourself. Pure longing & desire. Hands placed with conscious intent. How many times did you think about this moment? We were inevitable. Destined to come together in this moment, in this way. There was a passion behind your lips. And behind mine. I said there wouldn’t be. I swore it. Silently, profoundly - I swore it. Not only was it present - it was thriving. We were entangled. In the moment, in eachother. Pressing against me, pawing at me. Your desire was palpable. I let go. No clothes were shed that day. Our bodies did not meet. Something happened still. Our want for eachother so strong, it forced us apart. Still unable to bring ourselves to say goodbye, can’t help but hope we’ll come together again. Like heroin, with heavy guilt, it will never be like the first time. But I still think about that day.

Encourage her when you fuck her face