“Sensual touches, sensual whispers

How I love to imagine
Ezio’s hands making me see wanders
Him caressing my pulsating skin. 

The moon as the only witness,
We would confess eachothers love
The room filled with our moaning mess,
Making the angel sings from above.”

Source (x) ⁄⁄⁄ Confessed by shengkaiwang