A candle, a pen, ink ... Not paper. You. Nu. Tonight, on your skin, I'll write the words.
The word "love", I will write it in the palm of your neck, where I buried my head in the evening or morning storm gray ...
on your shoulders, I let the ink to reveal your skin disorder that seizes me every time that my kisses stray there. I will write also my weakness when you're not near me to protect me ... maybe dare I also write the bite that so often ... I represses
The outline of your back will be marked by enthusiasm and passion, the very ones that you inspire me when you take me and who sometimes leave their mark, the trace of my nails into your flesh ...
The word "caress," I tattoo in your palms open, so you never forget what they were doing. For always, remember they have the shape of my breasts, my hips, my sex ... So you never forget the thrill you can do when you touch me born ...
the middle of your kidneys, I write to the vice, sins unspoken ... I will write the name of all those I loved and that you make me forget when your kidneys are growing, undulate. When I enjoy, attached to your pool that pitches ...
I confide in your butt I envy you to do mine ... blush
In the hollow of your armpit until inside elbow, write "serenity", since there is nowhere in the world where I do feel better in your arms ...
I will write on your chest that I need t hear enjoy again and again ... I will write the violence of my desire for you.
Maybe I overflow lowest confide my sorrow to your skin when you do not touch me ... On your belly, I will abandon my will and will beg you: "Fuck Me" ...
On
iliac terrain from top to bottom, from hip to sex, write the moisture that comes between my legs when I see you naked. I will write my desires of lust ... my calligraphy will be finer for you as I want to give you ...
Finally, my pen ink held a ribbon around your sex, that you don ' never forget the image of my lips open and slide along your cock ...
Then I will introduce the pen ...
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