"Touch.
But touch slow,
Remember, she is the Earth's gravity as you pull your fingertips into her smooth thighs.
This woman in the centre of the universe.
Man, your floating...
Her curves shift your consciousness into a portal of cosmic deviance.
The dark twinkle in her eyes dance between you.
Her moans remind you that you are still on this Earthly realm, the animal in her stretches.
The feline goddess.
The licks sends you between portals that have enough energy to recreate the Milky Way.
Liquid..
Do you feel the feminine power of the oceans pulsing through her veins like tidal waves, the stars exploding from her breasts, her eyes still lifting you in the air.
They pierce in the moment.
I fall, I ache, I feel my grounded masculine.
Be gentle, then slowly give that up and toss it away to the wind to throw around.
A tornado.
God.. a tornado..
a storm of pleasure.
Lightning bolts dance as you reach down.
Touch.
But touch slow.."
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