It is late.

We are in a room


There is no way out.

Lust rages in

every corner.

A red light glows

and your

eyes steal my passion.

Passion deeper

than my

cock is yours.

I pour

a bottle of

red wine

on your breasts.

My desire

is your desire.

To lick

the wine

from your red

moist nipples.

It is late

and we have much

to do to each

other or we deep kiss

until morning

locked in each other’s

love sweat body.

I have no tokens

left to make you

cum but words

can burn

forever in the

lust drenched


is this moment.

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