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honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life, @h11bound.
A VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.
your name: Enzo.
your age: 25
your perfect date: reckon you’d like t’go somewhere you could get all dolled up for. Someplace nice, with a good view, good wine selection an even better food. We’d get our fill an then go out dancin. Get drunk off each other before we let liquor take its chance. Then we’d go home, hope in one of them baths you make so pretty. Finish the night off that way.
make out in private or in public?: why am I fillin this thing out? C’mon now, darlin.
do you like to cuddle?: only with you.
tell me something about you: I got a big cock. Picked it up in Mexico, giant wooden bastard that’s about the a foot tall. ;)
why do you want to be my valentine?: cause you’re my lady, an to tell you the truth I ain’t never had an proper valentine before.
“can you believe that i have somehow made it this far without seeing your cock?” a slow growing smile tugging at the edges of her mouth, as her chin presses into her palm. “you know where i am going to tell you to put it, don’t you, Valentine of mine?” her gaze roams, as she allows a moment for silence to hang in the air, trailing down his frame before bouncing back to find his eyes once again. “in your music room, where you and you alone can truly admire it.”
I've seen my share of trouble & I've held my weight in shame but I'm baptized in your name my lovely Lady May.
her eyes are trained on the way their familiar candlelight casts his face in shadows, the flames dancing newfound art across a canvas she knew well, as the soothing scratch of his voice crooned and drew her close. a moth to a blaze, she would spend the rest of her days chasing after his brand of whiskey soaked warmth, never tiring of the tingle that shot down her spine as the tip of her nose brushed his.
“sing it soft and slow for me, chéri.”