Salty Tang

My heart beats wild. Baby, every touch sends shivers down my spine. I can't believe I let myself get swept away like that. The heat between us isn't the kind that scorches the skin, but rather a slow, insidious burn that ignites deep in my soul.

Oh, the fire of your gaze. Honey, you taste like summer and the salty tang of the ocean. A flavor that lingers on my lips long after your kiss fades. But it's more than just a taste; it's a sensation that has been dormant within me, awakened by the mere brush of your hand.

It's a secret we wear like a second skin. This delicious, illicit truth only we both know. And the desperate yearning against what we "should" be. But darling, my soul recognizes yours. Every pulse within me screams that this is exactly where we belong.

I can hear the burning desire in your eyes. I feel it echo within my own depths. Those years spent living on the barest crumbs of affection. And the parched wasteland of my heart craving the torrential rain of your touch. Now, you offer me a feast. Each bite leaves me wanting more.

The danger only serves to amplify the thrill. We dance on the edge of a precipice. Every move we make is a calculated risk. The world tries to pull us apart, but your arms hold me fast.

My senses are heightened. It's a drug, and I'm hopelessly addicted.

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