Stories of a bed.

I love it when I have your backside on my face, and that subtle moment when I lubricate your lips. That beautiful moment when I have you dominated and submissive between my hands, to battle your goddess body and listen to the rumbling of your mouth. Oh, my love, if only you knew what you provoke inside me. Then I realize all the pleasure I inject into your body and it's when I let myself fall into the void of lust and get lost in the desire to submit you even more to the pleasures within this battlefield. Falling between moans and fluids, I realize that loving you is an art, a way to express the desire to possess you and make you mine. And feeling like the owner of you for an instant... I think about loving you and your body, loving the way you make me love, loving the way our bodies fit together, loving the nest of love we have, you and I... Loving until the last drop of sweat falls from your chin that mixes with my fluids and fuses with your saliva and gets lost in the pleasure caused by your lips. Slow Death.