Passion Prose

Let us savor this moment for what it is. Let's forget about the ending. Let my hand run through your olive skin, let my fingers explore every corner of your face, from the softness of your brow to the roughness of your jaw. Pierce my soul with your deep eyes. Let my hands run through your locks, so dark, so soft. -and your jaw oh, so rough-. Kiss my lips, feel them too. Make me want some more, like you know how to do.