queen2knight:

Lips So plump  So beautiful  So alluring So perfect yet rarely complimented Not painted but shining with a gloss  That lustrous pink it’s so delicate yet, They tremble and.. Quiver in anticipation for the touch of another Kiss them Kiss them deeply Until your lips are tarnished with the sweet, musky wet breath they omit Feel the warmth as they’re opaque strings of desire meet your saliva  And become attached What a taste What a sumptuous flavour Your taste & mine Make them meet often Please?!  ~Q2K #myedit #choppedandchanged  (some words extracted from a poem titled: Lips are the window to our soul ~ LizzywhothefunkC)

queen2knight:

Lips
So plump
So beautiful
So alluring
So perfect yet rarely complimented
Not painted but shining with a gloss
That lustrous pink it’s so delicate yet,
They tremble and..
Quiver in anticipation for the touch of another
Kiss them
Kiss them deeply
Until your lips are tarnished with the sweet, musky wet breath they omit
Feel the warmth as they’re opaque strings of desire meet your saliva
And become attached
What a taste
What a sumptuous flavour
Your taste & mine
Make them meet often
Please?!
~Q2K #myedit #choppedandchanged
(some words extracted from a poem titled: Lips are the window to our soul ~ LizzywhothefunkC)

(Source: deepandelicious)

(Source: retropornlover)

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.

(Source: gemini-1970)

queen2knight:

Can *YOU* resist ^^??? ~Q2K

You had me at “tempt”

queen2knight:

Can *YOU* resist ^^??? ~Q2K

You had me at “tempt”

(Source: k-ur-o)

(Source: dwnsy)

I must devour you!  I can’t hold back.  I must.  Have.  You.
        —  RomanceLoveLust

I must devour you!  I can’t hold back.  I must.  Have.  You.

        —  RomanceLoveLust

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I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.

(Source: pensieri-sbiaditi)

The dinner is over.  Other’s may still be eating or dancing, but we have other things to do.  You walk though the lobby as if you own the hotel.  The confidence of your stride, your long black gown fluttering slightly from the briskness of your walk, cause all heads to turn.   I, on the other hand, walk slowly, calmly, hands behind my back as I admire the curve of your legs, revealed only by the smoothness of the fabric as it caresses your body.  Such a lucky dress.  For a brief moment, your form, encased in black, takes on an almost abstract form -  the silhouette of woman.  One woman.  My woman.  You.  Your contours exactly match those of my desire.
As the filigreed elevator doors close, you sigh and lean back against me.  Gone is the formal pose you maintained for your business associates.  Leaning against me now, I feel your warmth, your curves.  Your scent, so subtle I must lean in to get enough, arouses me in a way I cannot resist.  I realize than that our room is much too far away.  I cannot possibly wait that long to touch you, to kiss your shoulder, your neck.  I cannot possibly.  I cannot.
            —  RomanceLoveLust 

The dinner is over.  Other’s may still be eating or dancing, but we have other things to do.  You walk though the lobby as if you own the hotel.  The confidence of your stride, your long black gown fluttering slightly from the briskness of your walk, cause all heads to turn.   I, on the other hand, walk slowly, calmly, hands behind my back as I admire the curve of your legs, revealed only by the smoothness of the fabric as it caresses your body.  Such a lucky dress.  For a brief moment, your form, encased in black, takes on an almost abstract form -  the silhouette of woman.  One woman.  My woman.  You.  Your contours exactly match those of my desire.

As the filigreed elevator doors close, you sigh and lean back against me.  Gone is the formal pose you maintained for your business associates.  Leaning against me now, I feel your warmth, your curves.  Your scent, so subtle I must lean in to get enough, arouses me in a way I cannot resist.  I realize than that our room is much too far away.  I cannot possibly wait that long to touch you, to kiss your shoulder, your neck.  I cannot possibly.  I cannot.

            —  RomanceLoveLust 

(Source: italianlady2)

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fataleblondiraq:

Hazy Memories & Dark Vignettes- Holga Experiments with Brittany Markert- ©ErinTheArtist

fataleblondiraq:

Hazy Memories & Dark Vignettes- Holga Experiments with Brittany Markert- ©ErinTheArtist

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