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Dec 2015
Him
His eyes, hypnotizing,
His hair, luscious and smooth.
His skin, rubs against me softly,
His hands, strong and sturdy.
His tongue, long and wet,
His body, drips beads of sweat.
His legs, trapped between mine,
His lips, big and mighty **** fine.
His ears, curbs perfectly against my lips,
His fingers, moving below past my hips.
His touch, gentle and kind,
His kisses, left all over my body.
Now that we’re finally done, we open our eyes, staring at each other, he smiles and so do I.
He leans down for a gentle kiss, one last time.
This is some moment that I will miss, more than us being high.
          -s.g
Copyright Shyanne Galvan

Treasure every moment
Shyanne Galvan
Written by
Shyanne Galvan  Fillmore
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