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What I Want (Jason Smith-Lafayette, LA)


I do enjoy our time together. I do so want to be the one that knows what your favorite breakfast is. I want to be the one that knows what your special morning thing is. I want to be the one that knows what you like in your coffee. I want to be the one that knows how long you like to shower, how hot, or how cold you like your water. I want to be the one that knows what your favorite thing to sleep in is nothing at all or satin boxers. I want to be the one that knows what you’re moods are when you are happy, sad, angry, hurt, HORNY, sick or scared. I want to be the one that knows what your breath smells like after going out for the evening & waking in each others arms. After a night of erotic and passionate love making followed by hot & sweaty sex. I want to be the one that knows what your cock taste like after you fuck me. I want to be the one that knows what your wants & desires are. I want to be the one that knows what you have hidden deep in your soul. I want to be the one that knows you. I want to be the one that knows how it feels to have you next to them when you sleep. I want to be the one that knows what it is like to have makeup sex after an argument. I want to be the one that knows what it is like to just sit around the house with you and snuggle. These are just some of the wants that I would have answer’s to if I was with you.

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