There is PASSION or there is NOTHING.
I want the type that drips down your back and soaks sheets.
The kind that makes you lose sleep, and late for work in the morning.
The type of passion she still feels between her legs the next day.
Passion that begins in one room and ends on the floor.
I am talking about the kind that pins down wrists, and demands eye contact. Passion that makes her body quiver and her legs tremble.
Passion that is seductive that she would never dream of looking for it from someone else.
That is so uninhibited, intimate, and full of handfuls of hair, or hips, or their neck, or ankles, and makes you wish they had more hands. And when you finished, you know, in between those short breaths and messy hair, there is PASSION.
Or there is NOTHING.
Ezzy ƸӜƷ