Following the lines

You have a very tasty chest

Placing both my hands on top of your hairy skin, rubbing feeling following the lines engraved on the surface

Each hair is an island of thought of a life I know nothing about

They curl they touch they hold each other in a web of belonging

A mole, a change of color

Everything as it should be, as it is, as it ever will be

The tender knob of your pleasure hidden somewhat, shy, but proud

- Your nipple

I kiss with great fondness the grandeur of your body shaped to the form of a god



LC:9
WC:102