Moans. Expanded (sometimes you can’t let it sit)

I feel you. Inside. I want you. Inside. Black and bold. I want you. Want to taste your sweat. Feel your fingers trace my spine. Feel them grasp buttocks. Tense and release. impaled while licking collar bone. Suck. And suck. And suck. Until there is nothing left. Nothing left of me. Nothing. All meshing into black night. Only the spirit can hear our moans now.My essence left lingering in the wind. Haunting like a spector. over you and others you bed. Now and in the future. Third party pulling. Separating. Laying in spilt seed, salted endings and soiled sheets. spector. If left alone, I may murder.

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