His eyes
My green eyes had absolutely nothing on his deep, dreamy brown eyes. Just by a glance, he could make my heart flutter like it was going to fly out of my chest. I could stare at his eyes all day. All night. I could lay back, ever so slowly, arch my back and allow his dark, tattooed skin to lay across mine, feeling each groove, each rough patch, his tongue slowly making small circles along my back, my thighs, then turn me over and buries his face in my breast, inhaling the light lotion scent, almost like cotton candy, licking me as if he wanted to eat me up, all the time becoming wetter and wetter, now almost begging for his thrust, to feel him inside me, to have that explosion together that only we can have.... Erotic? No... A blissful, joyful life that will keep the stress down and a smile on your face every day....
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A very good history of delivery, of love without measure and eyes that are regarded as they love each other. I agree with the author, rather than erotic story is joy, when one loves and is loved the miseries of life, are of a different color despite the daily dismay a smile takes in the face all day. Very good history in just four lines account many things. A greeting.
Thank you very much Lucas. When in love, angry, confused... Well those are some emotions that make me want to write. Over time I found out how much easier things are to deal with when they are out and not "kept in"... Glad you like it :)