Hot syrup sex, forbidden explorations, all me you. Whispers of this time haunt the waning of the moon.
Frequency leads to lust. Body parts put to places to probe and prolong sweet release, sighing and yielding to our mutual exploration, now you me.
Yielding renews commitment. We create our universe.
Repetition remembers fading youth; we question our devotion and look away.
The bounty of our friction brings special recognition to our universe, now not me not you.
Time brings a drying of the dampness and a flexibility of the steel. Planning is the key, medication, preparation and forgiveness. Ourselves our selves.
The blue moon moves slowly renewing and reaffirming our bond, constancy is the theme.
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