Our Pleasure

When I am heading home, I realize we didn’t even talk this time. I didn’t even ask how your day was. The only conversation we had was about our pleasure.

That’s what you do to me, what your touch does to me.

I forget everything when our bodies come together. I get lost in physical pleasure and time slips away from me when I am with you.

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