Rumble in the jungle. Don’t speak. Don’t even mumble. Bodies in mist. Warmth between the moans and the arch of you left back, those dimples never looked so deep damn. Lick your sophistication like the flaps of envelopes. This foreplay like gunpowder. Cross your body with hands and lips like hopscotch. Bite my neck when I’m in you, when I feel you, when I touch and caress you. I’ve known your body well like instruments and writing. Decoration like parchment. Hold on to me when you’re there, when you’re almost there. That’s all I came for. For a love sensation. Hold you in comfortable arms and in my chubby body. Cause big guys need love too. I got you. 


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