Here's a question: do feelings deepen and grow until they stop at some point and then remain the same (or start to lessen; that's always a possibility)? Or can one's feelings continue to grow and grow forever? Is the capacity of one's feelings for someone or something infinite?
Well, baby, I think I like you more and more each day.
I'm in a warm and loving place and I'm thinking about putting my tongue in your mouth and wrapping my legs around your waist and falling off the bed together.
And that is why I can't sleep. I am tossing and turning, naked in my bed and thinking that…perhaps…we have realized the dream of finding, with each other, the person with whom the mutual attraction is so strong that it simply cannot be denied.
There is comfort and warmth in sensuality, but in the violence of immediate gratification, there is an affirmation of good old fashioned lust for its own sake. It is exciting as all get out to be lusted after, no?
And with that in mind, try this one on for size.
You come up behind me while I am doing some meaningless trivial thing. But something about the way I move, or my scent, or my green-eyed gaze instantly arouses you. You lift up my slippery silk skirt, wrench off my panties and take me where I stand.
How is that for immediate gratification?
Well, baby, I think I like you more and more each day.
I'm in a warm and loving place and I'm thinking about putting my tongue in your mouth and wrapping my legs around your waist and falling off the bed together.
And that is why I can't sleep. I am tossing and turning, naked in my bed and thinking that…perhaps…we have realized the dream of finding, with each other, the person with whom the mutual attraction is so strong that it simply cannot be denied.
There is comfort and warmth in sensuality, but in the violence of immediate gratification, there is an affirmation of good old fashioned lust for its own sake. It is exciting as all get out to be lusted after, no?
And with that in mind, try this one on for size.
You come up behind me while I am doing some meaningless trivial thing. But something about the way I move, or my scent, or my green-eyed gaze instantly arouses you. You lift up my slippery silk skirt, wrench off my panties and take me where I stand.
How is that for immediate gratification?
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