Word Play …

Last night I whispered sweet nothings to my babe… and she whispered back.

An ever changing love letter… we recite every night.

She comes for me in the dark… and I come for her in the light…

We move and flow… in a constant state of word play…

That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.

If ‘love is a battlefield’…

We are an army of untrained and unarmored misfits.

Not qualified to fight in this war.

This morning she whispered sweet nothings to me… and I whispered back.

An ever changing love letter… we recite… every day.

I come for her in the day… and she comes for me in the night…

We flow and move… in a constant state of word play…

That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.

If ‘love is a battlefield’…

We are an army of untrained and unarmored misfits.

Not qualified to fight in this war.

Last night I whispered sweet nothings to my babe… and she whispered back.

This morning she whispered sweet nothings to me… and I whispered back.

An ever changing love letter… we recite… every day…

We recite… every night.

She comes for me in the dark… and I come for her in the light…

I come for her in the day… and she comes for me in the night…

We move and flow… in a constant state of word play…

That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.

In Love.

 – Nova