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With the rumble of the kettle and a pot of tea
With the yearning ache between silken thighs
With the craving inflamed by thoughts of you
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Tossing you on top of the counter and having my way with you seems like such a good idea right now…
I second that…
Nowhere to escape. Good! I like that
You can corner me any day of the week, Mike…
Coffee, tea or thee… A wonderful choice to wake up too… π
peace and love
1ManView
The perfect little trio of choices – I hope!
Thank you, 1ManView…
my thighs aren’t silken but there is certainly an ache……. as per usual with the ever gorgeous Minx.
or at least there was an ache…. π
I’ve never liked the past tense more than I do right now, obsessed… π
breakfast afterwards always tastes the best. what would you like me to whip up for you in your lovely kitchen, my beautiful?: eggs, bacon, toast, cereal, Taco Bell breakfast burrito? :*
I agree that it’s best to work up an appetite, gorgeous phoenix.
So… I’ll have my eggs creamy and scrambled with some delicious salty bacon. π
I really adore your photography and the words you add to them never cease to astonish me.
One again you give us pleasure for eye and mind.
Once again, your words have left me with the warmest glow and the sweetest smile. Thank you, Franco…
What a lovely vision to be greeted with in the morning. I might well be tempted to forfeit my morning coffee.
There’s no need to forgo anything that gives you pleasure, J. I can guarantee the coffee – among other things – will be luscious, decadent and steamy…
I envision it ends in evanescent throbs and rapt, sated sighs.
Clearly, our visions – and desires – are very much aligned, Ember.
Thank you for the gorgeous comment. Welcome to my Cake…
… as befits a gorgeous woman.
ogni giorno Γ¨ un giorno speciale , forse Γ¨ quel preciso giorno in cui il desiderio viena soddifatto
Io non potrei essere piΓΉ d’accordo.
Benvenuti, misterc…
It sounds like every day starts off right. Or… it would, if you could turn desire into action.
All that aside, this is, as usual, an incredibly erotic and beautiful photo.
There’s also something to be said for the slow, glistening burn of passion and anticipation.
Thank you for the gorgeous words yet again, VL…
I could quite literally drown between those silken thighs on a daily basis.. and forego the tea. And I adore tea.
Oh to be greeted with this vision each and every morning!
As a tea lover, I would never deny you that sweet elixir! So… I’m thinking me (and you) then tea. Good plan?