Romantic Torment

My soul cries out for you as well my love. It does every moment I must endure without you. I am incomplete without you at my side, in my arms. I know the lack of warmth you speak of. I feel it even now. It lingers in my heart without you near. It clutches at my soul. You are my fire, my warmth, my everything.

I love hearing you speak to me with such words. So bold, so blunt, so delicious and erotic. You only intensify my desire for you. My hands crave to ignite your flames of passion by touching every curve of your body slowly, tenderly, with patience unbound. How I cannot wait to dance my tongue down between your parted thighs and taste your sweet nectar drip off your glistening lips, as your hips rock up against my wanting mouth harder and harder with a lusting desire begging to be satisfied. Then, sliding back up your naked body to kiss you deeply as my shaft parts your now swollen and aroused lips, thrusting into the depths of your love, lost in that ocean of wet comforting warmth.

And the thought of you tasting me, dripping into the back of your throat, lingering on that tantalizing tongue of yours, and the warmth of my seed, my love, dripping from such an innocent, angelic, beautiful face…the very thought practically sends me out of control *faints from the overwheleming pleasurable thought* You draw out my primal side kitten…I want you. Cum play.