Posted by: Reginald Cyntje | November 13, 2012

Her name is Erotica

Her sheets told a story about passion. They began kissing before he was barely inside the door. He felt her desires in her spirit, her touch, her intensity.

They kissed like lovers reuniting after forced separation. They kissed like their lips could heal pain. They kissed like tomorrow may never come.

Her legs wrapped around him while milk, honey and desire erupted from her core. She wanted more and he responded with unconditional love…

Sweat dripped from the heat that was their bodies. Igniting a fire as old as time. She sang a song erotic in nature. Natural to the ears of lovers…

They sang in harmony… “I love the way you make me feel.”

She kissed him completely not afraid to take in his essence. He replied, “you love me deeply.”

He explored her sacred space. The lion and lioness without inhibitions. He looked at her and said, “you are amazing.”

She smiled with confidence and said, “my name is Erotica.”

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