I hear dead silence
in this empty room of mine
& I'm craving those sloshy sounds.
They're the finest sounds I know
next to her heavy breathing,
skin slapping mine
& tender screaming.
Whoops,
I must be dreaming
about her again,
what a mess.
She's so fine.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
I hear dead silence
in this empty room of mine
& I'm craving those sloshy sounds.
They're the finest sounds I know
next to her heavy breathing,
skin slapping mine
& tender screaming.
Whoops,
I must be dreaming
about her again,
what a mess.
She's so fine.
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