To breathe her perfume, to feel her skin, to taste her mouth. Your heart beating faster, her blood getting warmer, your breath getting shorter. Her lower lips kiss your member, her upper ones give you to taste the wine of the gods. She moves, she moans, she lives. In your sheets, a goddess. In your room, Heaven.
The Big Town (1987), Ben Bolt e Harold Becker
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