Lust lines crease
Your serpentine eyes
Slits of desire
Smooth and quiet
Not quite
Brash and rough and wet and messy
Thrown together in a backseat
Lust lines crease
My face
From falling asleep on the
Seatbelt
Red and puckered
An echo of other images
Remnants of the meshing
Lust lines crease
Your tousled limbs
Form fitting cloth
Whoops. Not yours
Trade and cover the lust lines
Make up on both of us.
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
Lust lines crease
Your serpentine eyes
Slits of desire
Smooth and quiet
Not quite
Brash and rough and wet and messy
Thrown together in a backseat
Lust lines crease
My face
From falling asleep on the
Seatbelt
Red and puckered
An echo of other images
Remnants of the meshing
Lust lines crease
Your tousled limbs
Form fitting cloth
Whoops. Not yours
Trade and cover the lust lines
Make up on both of us.
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