Wounded

So soft and fragile. Slippery. Sweat. Straddling. Sore.
Mindblowing. Mischief. Moment.
Bruised.
Back in the game and I dont even have to wait for another round. Jackpot.

~still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you~

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