It is not just my lust that makes her appear beautiful, her wide eyes reflecting my admiration only in disbelief, a woman rarely sees herself as a man might, reflecting only what he wants from he,r when there is so much more
yes I admit to how I
feel if allowed to do what I wish, the curves I might explore, the hips I might
plunge into, the vacancy I ache to feel over and over with more and more
yet at times, it is
always to become a mirror, to let her see herself as I do, to find beauty she
cannot see for herself, my eyes letting her dip into herself, f to feel what I
feel, to taste what I taste, to linger on that aspect she could never discover
without me, not just my lust but all of it ,pouring into her from my presence
there
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