How do I describe our relationship?
Two words: Intense. Lustful.
Every rendezvous we have seems to top the one before it again and again; an endless cycle of euphoric pleasure. All it takes is that long look into each other's eyes to start it. Then comes the foreplay. Our lips mashing together, hungry for that familiar taste we're so addicted to. As your hands greedily explore my body, I am left in that state of ecstasy you always love to pull me to. Where I'm in awe that this is happening, but oh, I could live in this moment for eternity. As the seconds pass by, both of us are just ticking like grenades, waiting to be set off on one another. At last, you'll throw me onto the mattress, or even the floor if you just can't take the tension anymore. The kisses are disrupted by my moans of pleasure.
Then the magic truly begins.
I relieve you of your stress and rock-hard texture. You fulfill my wild needs and dirty dreams. But I have to admit, I feel the most satisfied when I get to explore your body. And you make those ever-so-soft whimpers and groans. Sometimes, the fireworks go off, but you prefer to take charge and set me off instead, over and over again. So with all these mind-blowing 'shows' we perform, I have no choice but to wonder... Is this love? I know you reject that proposal, but I can still hold onto my hopes. Maybe one day, you will want to navigate my soul as much as you navigate my body.
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