She only comes
in quiet moments when
no one is listening looking
into honey colored corenas
where traffic lanes give way
to memories tucked away
firm hands on her **** breast
her knees fall
slowly into his gentle whispers
and she comes to know
his smile made raindrops on
hot blacktop summers
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
She only comes
in quiet moments when
no one is listening looking
into honey colored corenas
where traffic lanes give way
to memories tucked away
firm hands on her **** breast
her knees fall
slowly into his gentle whispers
and she comes to know
his smile made raindrops on
hot blacktop summers
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