T he oil on our bodies, slickly shining in the candle light, the poetry murmured as you press your thigh against me. You have potency of which you are unaware, the power to bring to life a woman with your touch.
he oil on our bodies, slickly shining in the candle light, the poetry murmured as you press your thigh against me.
You have potency of which you are unaware, the power to bring to life a woman with your touch.