There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
When my husband kisses my ears. My ears turn me on like nothing else, they must be my most erogenous zone. Just having my ears kneaded is like a full body massage.
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
If love is a sin, punish me by kisses. And if love is a crime, I wanna be your victim
My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother of pearl of your body. I go so far as to think you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, and rustic baskets fo kisses. I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.