It's a bolt to my heart. I can hear it's rhythm increasing. Breath trembling.
Goosebumps. A quiver, a quake.
Hundreds of soft whispers gracing my body for the first time.
It's a sultry beckoning.
I can feel the contractions, my muscles aching, my thighs filling the gaps of space.
Each removal becoming a blank canvas for you to sink your teeth.
Paint me.
It's me twitching, waiting for another fix, a moment of guidance from your lips.
Waiting, waiting for your hands to go deeper, for your pulse to lap over mine.
Take me.
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