The way she moves,
on a dime,
toe planted and swing
supine, slender, salacious
with a passion,
she'll steal the room
and I guess that's fine,,
oh how much I desire
to sip that ...
to desire a sweep
of only her eyes.
I want her to want me,
to let me drink her ...
I can feel my hands,
slide upon her curves,
thin fabric let's me know
she can feel my eyes,
tracing her,
damp, shine, a lustre
to that naked skin,
I will delight like
a fine ...
oh my sweet dance,
move through my mind,
and let me taste you,
taste her,
dance with me,
****** my wine.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The way she moves,
on a dime,
toe planted and swing
supine, slender, salacious
with a passion,
she'll steal the room
and I guess that's fine,,
oh how much I desire
to sip that ...
to desire a sweep
of only her eyes.
I want her to want me,
to let me drink her ...
I can feel my hands,
slide upon her curves,
thin fabric let's me know
she can feel my eyes,
tracing her,
damp, shine, a lustre
to that naked skin,
I will delight like
a fine ...
oh my sweet dance,
move through my mind,
and let me taste you,
taste her,
dance with me,
****** my wine.
