As the water falls down my chest, through the split of my ab..
Added 2021-05-06 02:53:16 +0000 UTCAs the water falls down my chest, through the split of my abdomen to the crease of my lower lips I think of thee. I can feel the touch of the caress their sweet palms against my skin. Every breath I shed I think of them. The shower of their love and devotion to me. Their sickly sweet obsession. The trembling effect of our lustful nights giving me flashbacks bringing me back to my O face. Such a prize.
