whispering devotions

We made love in the dirt, oblivious to the warm spring night, pulsing with desire to live the recreation. I sucked at her breast, drove hard inside her. She moaned my name in a bouquet of wantonness. I pulled her hard against me, whispering devotions. I could feel the storm rise within me. Beth was my whole world.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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