Her sun-kissed face was painted shy.
Closed eyed, her lashes shimmer.
Redden lips pucker,
our feelings glimmer.
Limbs brush, grind then speak.
I place my hand under cheak
and spank the skin with my own.
Our cloaks of royal stitching
mingle exposing, panels of flesh
Twined minds wrapped
a couple meshed.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Her sun-kissed face was painted shy.
Closed eyed, her lashes shimmer.
Redden lips pucker,
our feelings glimmer.
Limbs brush, grind then speak.
I place my hand under cheak
and spank the skin with my own.
Our cloaks of royal stitching
mingle exposing, panels of flesh
Twined minds wrapped
a couple meshed.
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