Lick. Suck. Touch. Fuck. Dirty words fuelling hedonistic trysts. Greedy slut begging for eager dick. Love? Shhhh … No, not love. Love is for poets. Love is for fools. It’s not about dripping cunts and mouths that drool. You touched me, everywhere. You probed and pushed.
We fucked. We fucked. We fucked up.
I felt you feel me. Deeper than cunt deep. I knew then that you loved me. As you cupped my tits. Face buried in my neck. Breathing me in.
Loving. Loving. Loving to fuck. And fucking hell …
Loving to be in love.