His fingers subtly travel my exposed skin navigating to his
intent, hoping he’s allowed. He does not
realize I want his harsh touch. I want
him to rough my skin, to bruise me, to make me sore. I climb across his body pressing myself into
his kiss and hope his boldness advances beyond my breast and soft caress. I dig my nails into his back hoping he
returns the rough favor and doesn’t scamper off like a child from a slight bit
of pain. I hope it doesn’t scare him
when I say harder as he pinches my nipple.
Photo Title: Kiss
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Shirins
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