It was easy to give her whatever she wanted. She would ask with that voice of hers that
hung just above whispered honey and finish with a soft smile that would send me
breathless. I guess I should be grateful
that all she ever wanted was my touch because, in hindsight, I could be poor
and homeless right now having been willing to give her the world. Often I’d come home and find her naked
perfumed skin waiting with her seductive steel grey gaze and desires and time
simply vanished. She had a way of making
anything else unimportant.
Photo Title: 1599
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Levine Photography
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