Love (2)
Arriving together in rhythm, sovereign and joint happiness, laughter, and belonging.
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Love
And we feel fucked incredibly well and thoroughly and deeply to the depths of our hearts, and filled and covered with each other's cum and love, and we smell of arrival. And we feel lucky, to our bones and blood and flesh, and soul, and we cherish it and can live it with each other, and our surroundings support it and us because they love and understand. And we love each other cleanly, and messy in the richest and most wonderful way. And in a good structure and free and fulfilling and safe and empowering!
OMG… LOVE… fucking finally and exactly like this ❤️❤️❤️!!!
I so love you!!! And trust you and us!!!
All expressions of heaven.
Arriving with each other, in rhythm, in sovereign happiness – a movement of its own.
We arrived; we remember; we remain.
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“Fuck your love into me, Darling!”
“I will fuck myself into you!”
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A Small Sacrament
We lie on our sides, cuddling, me astride her right-hand side.
My head rests on her shoulder and breast as I stroke myself against her — powerful with lust, and she can feel it.
“So you want to make babies?” she asks.
“I want to,” I answer.
I come in her and she comes on me. Then we lie with me on top of her, my left side resting over hers; her hair and embracing hands make it home.
We are at home — present, resting assured that we are loved by each other and by God.
