If I could, I’d grab you by your delicate arms and pull you close to me. I’d hold you and I would never let you go, Kitten.
I’d make you feel like it is supposed to feel like to be completely and utterly fulfilled. Love, the way it was intended to be felt.
I’d kiss like I meant it.
I pull every goddamn worry you have and put it on my shoulders. I’d protect you from bad feelings and shelter you with good ones.
You would feel my love in a way our music makes you feel in brief flashes. I’d make you laugh, I’d make you smile.
I’d pull your dress over your head, kiss your breasts, shove my face between your legs and stay there until you are good and wiped out.
I’d make your G and clit speak to me as I counted off orgasms into the double digits and I’d see in your eyes the deepest gratitude for stealing away your worries and replacing them with the best feeling in the world.
I’d enter you. I’d mean it in the rawest sense. I would empty my seed inside you and you would welcome it with a smile.
But, instead, right now I will write about it. My albatross.
For now, but don’t you get it wrong. I fully intend to pull you close soon enough.
That will never change.
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