In My Bed

Etienne Benassi In My Bed There’s a body in my arms, sweet cameo of profiles, links up contours in this domain of warmth. There are armfuls of torsos Fell-swooning across the sidelong limb, svelte scandal at my fingertips. There are erections that bite like kissograms (without the extra charge), States of mind which burn till… Read More In My Bed