In one smooth motion
she sheathed me
complete.
her vise like legs
tightly wrapped,
her nails dug deep.
passion pain overlapped
with heat.
there would be no
retreat.
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
In one smooth motion
she sheathed me
complete.
her vise like legs
tightly wrapped,
her nails dug deep.
passion pain overlapped
with heat.
there would be no
retreat.
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