heat lashing

A brief outline of lace, curves, rolling in the turning intersection of strong luxurious legs, a ray of light penetrates the secrets nestled within. Eyes pop in utter disbelief held intently on the fleeting vision, a stare if the flash lasted long enough to count as one, arousal assaulting like a blush from scalp to toes, heat lashing through energized flesh to see the faintest glimpse of lips, the gentle pubic furs.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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