Too Far Apart
The need to be closer...
She here, he there, victims of gremlin mists that hide their bodies from each other. lust and longing, are mysteries driven by a witch’s curse on their heated minds. aching, willing breasts, seen, but vaguely through a steamy veil. that shades too, the tumescent promise of rampant shaft or drizzling nectar of willing, needful crevice distance denies fingers, lips and tongues hot delights of touch and taste. they are refus...