The sounds remind me of her
her smell, her touch, her sighs
The sights bringing tumescent
every day, and every, night
We could go on for hours
through the morn, noon, and eve
wringing every pleasure
magic, every pinnacle, achieved
We'll glide the light fantastic
orgasmically ******
a zenith, a greater apogee
sensually, to culminate
just her
and
just
me
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
The sounds remind me of her
her smell, her touch, her sighs
The sights bringing tumescent
every day, and every, night
We could go on for hours
through the morn, noon, and eve
wringing every pleasure
magic, every pinnacle, achieved
We'll glide the light fantastic
orgasmically ******
a zenith, a greater apogee
sensually, to culminate
just her
and
just
me
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