Dear Gentle Sir,
The side of my breast is smooth, a rounded orb that fits perfectly in your palm. My inner thighs, smooth as silk, spread when I say your name. My back in constant arch awaits your touch. My skin trembles to hear your voice. I love it when you go down on me; I am already wet for you. Even when your appetite changes, mine does not; I only want you.
Always and Ever,
Lola Moi xo