• madeleine_d_west 45w


    Dying for another taste of you,
    Aching for your touch,
    Your hands upon my flesh.
    What sweet satisfaction it would be to have your lips against mine,
    And oh what sheer ecstasy I would feel with our bodies intertwined,
    Giving in to pleasure.
    Oh god, just a taste would suffice.
    And so I wait, patiently,
    Until I can have you yet again.