I dream about the touch of your *******
swollen against my hardened-chest,
your arms gentle around my shoulders,
such pretty-tips on fire, smoldering.
I lift you up for your preciousness,
lowering you to engulf my flame,
you my quench my thirst
with such tenderness,
we move in wavy-motions.
Whispering dalliances in my ear,
you intice me to seed you
and I oblige your requests,
as you shake with me
in mutual adoration,
you against my chest,
me inside your heart,
bleeding love.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I dream about the touch of your *******
swollen against my hardened-chest,
your arms gentle around my shoulders,
such pretty-tips on fire, smoldering.
I lift you up for your preciousness,
lowering you to engulf my flame,
you my quench my thirst
with such tenderness,
we move in wavy-motions.
Whispering dalliances in my ear,
you intice me to seed you
and I oblige your requests,
as you shake with me
in mutual adoration,
you against my chest,
me inside your heart,
bleeding love.
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